Your standing on your balcony in a thin white robe, the light mist pasting the transparent materiel across your breasts and nipples. Suddenly you hear the clopping of horse hoofs on the cobbled road below your balcony, the balcony shudders with an added weight. Looking over the edge of the railing you come fast to face with a masked individual who swings effortlessly onto the balcony. You back up against the wall, your chest heaving with surprise. My hands pull the wet material from your tits and down to your waist.... |