On the day she turned eighteen, Rose fell under an awful spell, making her sleep for one hundred years. But her true love, Prince Philip was not letting that happen. He slayed the evil witch and dragon with help of a magic sword and shield. He ran up to the tower where Rose slept in a white night gown made of fine silk. Even in the state of sleep she aroused him. It had only been yesterday he met her deep in the woods gathering wild flowers. They had danced and began to kiss and touch. He had layed her on the grass and made her cum wildly for her first time. No other man had touched her like him.
Her golden hair was around her and her lips were full and colored as roses. He wanted that mouth on him. He wanted to claim her now so no one would take her from him again.
Philip went to her and kissed her softly, and within seconds her eyes opened. Those violet eyes saw him and smiled. He smiled and kissed her again.
He looked down at her. "Let me make you mine now, my Rose."
"Yes,"She begged."Take me."
She went into his arms and he held her against him, letting her feel his hard erection. He kissed her neck making her moan.
I want to be deep in that tight pussy of yours," Philip said to her.
"Then do it. I want you." She breathed.
He tore her silk gown off, and groaned at how lush and perfect she was. She had full breasts with pink nipples. Her bottom was small and softy rounded. He squeezed it in his hand and began to suck on a nipple making her cry out.
"Yes... oh yes, harder"! She begged him.
From behind his fingers found her wet slit and stroked her. She was so wet for him he wanted to take her now. Yet it was her first time so he would be kind.
