Monaco Jet Set Chronicles

OH MON DIEU OH MON DIEU OOOOOH MON DIEU OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH

Charlotte's hymen broke and she yelled in some pain, which pleasure and lust nevertheless made up for. A little bit of blood came out of her pussy which Thierry caressed. He took his finger stained in Charlotte's virginal blood and smelled it, then licked it while increasing his rhythm on her. The now emblematic "OH MON DIEU" was heard again as the not-virgin-anymore-princess exploded into a fury of sexual juices dripping from the very tight edges of her vagina, which was still filled with Thierry’s unstopping penis. The fluids could be felt by Thierry, falling down her thighs and wetting even more his cock and reaching his balls. They also oiled Charlotte's cunt lips, easing the way for the final stroke on her. Thierry couldn't hold much more until his creamy cum filled up Char's small young womb and vagina, outpouring from it and covering all her vulva, her brown pubes and her well-worked, tanned thighs...

Meanwhile, in Monaco-Ville, a chubby sleepy grandfather passed by in his pajamas on the way to the pantry for some chocolate - a vice he could not avoid - and noticed light was on in one of the rooms the corridor led to. As sovereign prince, he had all the right to check what it might be. "Mais...Andrea?! T'es encore là? Television is crap at this hour!" "Papy, je suis imsomnyaque! Even though this is pure shit... "Watch your language, boy!" "Sorry grandpa, I meant pure nonsense, but I'm keeping it on while I try to revise some of my school issues" "Bah, d'accord, just don't play it loud... that music of yours!" "One of these days you'll come to a real concert with me... promise!" "Ok, ça va... still I'm suspicious of that insomnia... are you waiting for a mistress? Very royal, to have mistresses... hehe. You know, once upon a time, many centuries ago, there was a sovereign in a small Mediterranean principality whose grandson had a kind of special likeness for blonde amazons. His motto was «after they're ridden, ride'em» But well, that was long ago, right?" Rainier couldn't help giggling as he saw Andrea blush. "Papy, you mean you... well what the heck! Sherlock Grimaldi, hey?" "Never underestimate an eighty year old man, Andy. You see, now the Queen Mother is gone I can almost apply to a Senior-Royal-of-Europe post" "You are already the longest reigning presently" "I know... and I sense one of my descent is applying for longest Casanova present and future... oh what am I saying, I'll go to bed, just going for some chocolate. I'm sure it will help me sleep so deeply that nothing will wake me up. Want me to bring you some?" "Grandpa you're the best!" Andrea said as he hugged Rainier and saw him out. When the old man had left, Andrea suddenly rushed to the bedroom door and was just in time to say "YES please, bring me one of those lovely Godiva tablets...speaking of women and horses!"

As he awaited his blonde Amazon, little did he know of what another one, let's say a mischievous irresistible brunette of his own blood, was up to!