[Winter in Versailles: Summer in Milan] [Author: A writer who writes for fun]

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Hello everyone! Thank you to the contributor for their generous sharing. This time it's a risqué story about Miss Polina. Although it borrows
the character setting from "Banner of the Maid," it's actually a story consistent with history. This is my first attempt at writing about a virgin bitch, and
I hope you enjoy it.
In reality, Miss Polina was quite promiscuous and flirtatious, and she even complained about why
she couldn't freely participate in social activities after her husband's death... It's very easy to describe, since that's how she lived in
history .
So, please enjoy.
—Milan
Summer
"Cheers—to our victory, and to our republic! Long live France!"
The not-so-tall man raised his glass first, looking around.
Several men in officer's uniforms surrounded him. In this not-so-large city,
French soldiers were busy building simple fortifications, light cavalrymen were on patrol on the surrounding high ground, and
most soldiers were resting on the ground. People temporarily conscripted and hired from the city busily carried
loads of food, bringing them basket after basket of steaming bread and wine, enough to accompany the
large chunks of corned beef that were being cooked into a thick soup with potatoes, which the cooks were
rotating forward first, and the soldiers would come forward one by one to cut up the plump,
tender suckling pig that had just been requisitioned from the countryside. They were enjoying a rare and delightful feast.
After victory after victory, the army, high-spirited yet exhausted, deserved a
fine banquet to sustain their high morale; Napoleon Bonaparte knew this perfectly well,
just as he knew how to satisfy his generals both materially and psychologically;
and clearly, the smiles on the officers' faces told him that this encouragement had worked considerably—the tall,
imposing Murat raised his glass first,
followed by everyone else raised their glasses.
"Long live France!"
"Long live the Republic!"
"Long live our Bonaparte!"
The men's toasts were somewhat chaotic, but the last word came from Desai—this
young man, also not yet thirty, wore a cheerful smile; he hadn't known Napoleon for very long. Initially,
like was
skeptical of everything about this short, sallow-skinned young man among the officers; but the journey from initial skepticism to admiration, and finally to heartfelt trust, hadn't
taken long.
Bernardo patted him lightly on the shoulder, raised his glass higher, and
downed it in one gulp. Leclerc, a few years younger than him, echoed,
"Long live Bonaparte!"
"Ha ha, gentlemen, although Masséna isn't here now, we should still drink to him!"
Napoleon laughed, steering the conversation in another direction. However, the smile on his face proved
his genuine joy; even though he hadn't yet reached the highest position of power,
Napoleon already possessed the air of a ruler, and the young and capable officers surrounding him
didn't mind following this ambitious man to ascend to even greater positions.
"A toast to Masséna!"
Everyone raised their glasses again. The chairs in the simple banquet hall weren't comfortable, so the
short, wiry young man didn't sit down, but instead paced back and forth among the officers with his glass, while the waitresses
refilled their glasses as needed.
“Grand Duke Karl is a wise man. After our crushing defeat at Tagliamto, he will surely seek a retreat.
And Masséna threatens his flank from the canyon, so the Grand Duke will not march through Carinthia.”
— Napoleon and Berthier clinked glasses, conversing as if no one else was around; this was an atmosphere he deliberately created
, allowing his elite troops to speak freely before he himself made the final decision; this was true now, and it would be
true more than a decade later, when they resolved to continue their march towards Moscow in the chilly winds of Smolensk . “He will go through Udine…” “Retreat to Talvis; tonight we will send a fine messenger to inform Masséna to lead the entire army to block him there.” “If all goes well, in a week Grand Duke Karl will be able to continue his command plans !” The fiery Murat raised his glass to Napoleon and then drank it down. Napoleon wanted to say something more; but soon, his voice fell silent. "Look who's here! Friends, let's drink another toast to this angel who's come to the banquet!" A fair-skinned girl, even smaller than him, who wasn't particularly tall, was standing at the door. She had probably had some wine too, as Polina's lovely face, as lovely as a true angel's, was flushed with a radiant blush. Facing the men's raised glasses, she gently lifted her skirt and nodded in greeting, then quickly let the skirt, decorated with beautiful lace, fall back down. The girl's fair legs, encased in stockings, and her slightly bent knees were briefly exposed with this elegant gesture. That childlike yet alluring movement caused the generals, most of whom were married, to look away and continue chatting. Only young Leclerc 's eyes seemed to be drawn to her petite and slender body like a magnet. Napoleon, however, didn't care about such a small matter. As a general and leader, he had temporarily retreated to the background, while his brother, slightly drunk, extended his hand to Pauline. "How was your time? It's truly wonderful to have a family member by my side during wartime. However, with so many battles raging, I can't personally show you around the city." Napoleon turned and winked at Leclerc—but Leclerc, focused on Pauline's delicate hand gently tugging at her skirt , didn't notice her superior's hint until Lannes, forking a piece of steak into his mouth, chuckled and nudged Leclerc's waist with his fork. Everyone could see that Napoleon intended to matchmake his lovely sister with Leclerc; and Leclerc, too, was clearly attracted to the young woman before him, a fact even these weary military officers could discern .

"If I have the honor, please allow me to take Miss Polina with me—"
He hurriedly stood up, biting his tongue in his haste; the generals burst into laughter, making the young Leclerc
blush slightly; however, these young men, averaging only in their early twenties, were well aware of their own private
thoughts; as Leclerc approached Polina, Murat even whistled loudly.
"Good! Polina, you won't mind Leclerc showing you around, will you? There are many
ancient Roman sites in the city, Leclerc will take you there. Today is a day of victory, you should all have a
good time !"
Napoleon said with a loud laugh, but incredibly, Polina crossed her legs, her voice sounding
somewhat shy.
"Um, actually, I... I wasn't feeling well, so I said goodnight to my brother..."
"Taking some time for a walk and breathing fresh air is better for your health, isn't it? Leclerc, a
gentleman should bring a cashmere shawl to a lady who isn't feeling well on a chilly spring night, right?"
"Ah, yes! Yes, sir!"
—Instinctively standing at attention and saluting Napoleon, which drew another round of laughter. The
young man, took Polina's fingertips, and the petite girl cautiously returned the grip.
Could it be... could he find out...?
—Completely different from her outwardly captivating purity and beauty, this alluring woman, unusually,
felt a touch of shame and squeezed her jade-like legs even tighter.
Just as she never doubted her brother's exceptional command abilities, Polina never doubted that
she was a born, wanton harlot; just as she herself said, she was born to enjoy ultimate
pleasure , just as her brother was born to become the ruler of Europe.
At the age of eight, before the flames of the French Revolution had ignited, she first clumsily kneaded her nipples and tender vulva with her fingers in a Corsican house
, bringing herself to orgasm, and she was
certain of this—now, at sixteen, despite her petite and slender figure, her satin-like,
slightly wavy black hair, and her crystal-like eyes that, even without uttering a word, held a hint of allure, all
revealing her nature as a promiscuous girl.
Like a rosebud, still in bloom, yet already visited by countless swarms of bees and butterflies…
Even now, following her brother to the Italian battlefield, she indulges in pleasure as before;
whether it be soldiers in the army, low-ranking officers, ordinary farmers among the occupied, or even the most
lowly vagrants—as long as she is certain that the man possesses above-average sexual skills, she will naturally use
passionate kisses and caresses to let him ejaculate his hot semen onto her delicate, willow
- swallow the thick semen little by little down her lips as if it were a delicacy.
Perhaps the most incredible thing in the world is that Polina still retains her virginity;
for ordinary promiscuous women, they would probably have given their
precious ; but she, incredibly, has preserved her chastity,
probably because of the education she received from her and her brother's shared mother, Leticia①.
As a woman who could almost be considered a representative of Christian temperance and holiness, Leticia, despite never having
received formal education, possessed the kindness and temperance characteristic of a devout Christian raised on a farm.
She bore , raising eight of them to adulthood and teaching them much
from the Bible, including, naturally, the importance of chastity and purity to her beloved daughters.
In this respect, Polina followed her mother's teachings with incredible meticulousness.
However, if Leticia knew that her beloved daughter's understanding of chastity and purity was that "once
the honor of first penetration is given to one's husband, everything else can be used for the pursuit of pleasure,"
even the physically strong Leticia would likely have died young from anger.
And Polina's only bottom line in her promiscuous life was "letting her future husband be the first
to penetrate her."
—Two hours before the banquet, smoke began to rise from the city, but the meal was still quite some time away.
The soldiers, having dug simple fortifications, were given a chance to rest. Because of the war, many
city dwellers had fled with their families to the Papal States further south, even to Naples, leaving behind
large amounts of furniture, which became spoils of war for the French army.
However, even moving spoils would take considerable time, and before that, the soldiers who had bravely occupied the entire city
could, both morally and logically, enjoy their spoils. At that moment, several line infantrymen kicked open
the door of a house belonging to a resident who had already fled south. Although the owner had taken all the valuables, the large bed with its
cotton mattress and the soft cotton sofa had not been taken.
They naturally removed their boots and uniforms, piled their guns and backpacks containing various necessities in the corner,
and casually half-reclined on the bed and sofa. One of the older soldiers, clearly more experienced than the other two, took out
matches and tobacco and began rolling cigarettes with a piece of paper.
"It's a pity there aren't many prostitutes in this city..."
"Haven't you had enough fun in Milan? There are plenty of oriental women to play with in those hookah parlors."
"I've lost all my money, where the hell am I going to get any more money to play with women?"
"Who told you to be so stupid as to gamble with old man Louis? He's a cheat, nobody in the whole camp can beat him at
cards ."
"Damn it, why didn't you tell me sooner—oh well, here's a cigarette, I really want to find a slutty whore and have some
fun..."
The young man sullenly raised his head, cursed at the spot on the wall where the brass candlestick had once been, took
the first cigarette rolled by the old soldier, and lit it with a match on the sole of his shoe; of course, he didn't expect that
the slutty whore he hoped for was right at the door, eavesdropping on the three men's conversation.
...Looks like it's going to be a pretty great orgy...
Polina chuckled, knocked on the door, and then, without waiting for the men inside to answer, gently pushed
the door , the sound of her heels hitting the floor clear and crisp.
"Phew...it seems the three of you...have accumulated quite a bit of desire. So, how about...do it?"
The men's laughter abruptly stopped.
"Hey, I have to say...this girl's face looks kind of familiar..."
They exchanged a glance, then looked at Polina before them. The veteran frowned, a hint of
doubt .
This was understandable; as an exceptional commander, Napoleon paid close attention to the daily lives of his soldiers,
frequently inspecting their clothing, food, and lodging in each company. However, they simply couldn't reconcile the image
of this petite, alluring young woman with captivating eyes with their invincible commander-in-chief.
"Hmm… I'm a prostitute in town, you know?"
The beautiful woman blushed slightly and took a step towards the men.
Just like her exquisitely styled black curly hair, her attire was equally simple and
elegant . A pair of small, delicate breasts, just the right size to be encircled in one hand, were concealed by a pale blue low-cut dress, revealing a hint of
alluring cleavage. Her hands, encased in delicate lace gloves, lightly covered her lips, her gaze
shifting . The small white ribbon and pendant around her neck accentuated her exquisite features, making it
impossible to associate her with a prostitute—yet, as if to reassure the men, she took another
step , her fingertips lightly lifting the hem of her skirt, then slowly raising it until it reached her inner thigh.
Her lower body was clad in slightly sheer white suspender stockings, a perfect match for her fair and beautiful skin;
what excited the men even more was the area above her thighs.
A silk sash cinched her soft waist, tightly fastened to the small white camisole;
however, Polina was not wearing underwear, which should have covered her most private parts. Her smooth,
jade-like pubis was clearly visible, so smooth that not a single hair was visible. Following the line of sight down from her mons pubis
, the girl's crotch was already soaked, a large amount of love fluid soaking her entire inner thighs, even
wetting the white stockings.
"But, all the brothels in the city have fled to Rome or Venice for refuge... But I
just feel... Ah... Making love with soldiers is the best..."
She chuckled and stepped forward, unbuttoning the first button on her chest with her fingers, then the second. Her
breasts, which were tightly bound by the low-cut dress and fit perfectly in one hand, swayed and trembled wantonly with each button unbuttoned,
captivating every man's gaze with their swaying white flesh.
"How much do you charge?"
a man asked. Such a fine prostitute was a rare find even in Paris. They instinctively
prepared themselves to rape her and then knock her unconscious, but then Polina's voice
startled .
"One franc will do... phew... but you have to promise me one thing..."
In this era, even the most ordinary prostitute charged twelve francs for a night of passion;
but the beauty before them, with her delicate yet alluring charm, was like a freshly picked lily, still glistening with dew.
She unbuttoned the last button, her fingertips lightly pushing down her shoulders. The exceptionally beautiful blue and white
dress slid down her petite yet well-developed figure to the dusty
floor. The small nipples of her breasts,
the collarbones , and her flat stomach, still bearing the faint marks of her corset, were all
exposed to the men's gazes.
She gracefully knelt down, picked up the dress, and placed it on the sofa beside her. She didn't stand up again, but remained
kneeling on the floor in a duck-like position. She raised her head, her beautiful eyes, like pools of water, sweeping over the three men before her.
"I want to save my first time... for my husband... but my anus has been thoroughly cleaned,
and you can use your mouth as you please... as long as you promise not to penetrate, you can play with me however you want..."
—The love juice gushing from her vagina seemed to yearn for penetration, yet she bit her lip,
using her fingertips to constantly lick her lips, barely easing the intense desire while simultaneously
lubricating . The short walk felt exceptionally long; finally, the nearly naked girl crawled on her knees
to the man sitting on the sofa. His penis was so erect it seemed about to burst through his trousers, and the two men beside him were also
eager to try .
As if making a final invitation, she reached forward with her gloves, unbuttoned the man's trousers,
and pulled down the dusty white military trousers and underwear inch by inch, revealing his strong thighs
and the already honestly erect penis.
During the long march, the soldiers certainly didn't have time to take a proper bath; at this moment, the strong masculine scent and
the unpleasant fishy smell rushed into Polina's nostrils.
"Hoo... such a nice smell... well, I... I'll get started... gurgle, slurp, slurp
..."
But she didn't even hold her breath. Her beautiful eyes revealed a hazy color as she sniffed the scent between the man's legs as if she were craving
the smell of a penis. With heavy breathing, the girl's small but delicate
breasts swayed slightly. Then, accompanied by a hungry moan, like a nun kissing a crucifix, she almost
devoutly kissed the tip of the penis.
"Gurgle... Slurp... Mmm... Ah... Salty... So delicious..." Polina's
tongue gently twirled the frenulum and the genitals, stained with sweat and dried semen, exuding a foul odor.
With an almost obsessive expression, she used her pink tongue to sweep all the slightly damp grime into her mouth
. At the same time, her slender hand, encased in an extremely thin silk glove, gently caressed the scrotum, which also emitted
a strange smell. Masturbation was commonplace during marches; however, ordinary soldiers didn't
have the opportunity to bathe afterward, so every soldier's marching sheets were covered in dried semen stains.
For ordinary prostitutes, the thirsty soldiers weren't very wealthy, and their desires were endless,
often lasting all night, far less than those obese and short-lived nobles. But all of this was an advantage for
Polina . It's because I can keep doing it... that I like these young men, men
filled with lust because they can't have sex with girls ... "Mmm... Pfft... My breasts... I've been staring at them... Do you like them? I 'll use them... to help you..." She turned her delicate cheek, licking down the thick penis to the base of the hair, her exquisitely sculpted cheek covered in the copious saliva left by the glistening penis, using the saliva...

Lubricated, she vigorously stroked the swollen penis with her fingers, the movement practiced and skillful, yet her gaze
as she looked up at the man was exceptionally pure.
The man nodded, his breathing rapid, and Polina immediately gave a seductive smile, lowering her head, her tongue slightly protruding,
licking the tip of the glans, letting saliva slowly drip down. Her small but pert breasts
enveloped , the barely formed cleavage completely moistened by her own saliva; then,
the hands that had served the man's penis until it swelled to a slight purple hue cupped her breasts,
kneading them , using her not-too-full breasts to begin skillful masturbation.
Faced with such a lewd scene, the two men who were still watching couldn't wait to strip off
all their clothes.
"Hoo... Sorry... Chu... My breasts... aren't very full... If I massage them more
... maybe they'll become fuller, you know?"
Even without huge breasts to be proud of, her breast sex was exceptionally lewd because of her
efforts breasts. As she interlaced her fingers on her small breasts and pushed
them together slightly, the breasts, pushed together, completely enveloped the thick penis. The girl would occasionally lower her head and lick the slightly opening and closing glans during the breast sex with the tip of her tongue, causing the man to gasp from time to time in the intense pleasure, and he could only try to support himself on the sofa behind him with his hands to prevent himself from losing control during the breast sex . Clearly, mere nipple play by men wasn't enough to satisfy Polina; her firm, delicate buttocks swayed gently like a female animal waiting to be impregnated, revealing her pink anus and overflowing vagina ; the room was filled with the heavy breathing of men and the wet sounds of girls kissing the tips of penises, and no man could resist such a crazy temptation. "You couldn't find such a slutty bitch even with a lantern—" "Hey, even if it's a honey trap, I'll fucking accept it—" "Who dares to blackmail us? If anyone dares to blackmail us, we'll call the whole company over, beat the guy who dares to blackmail us until his head is bleeding, and then let the whole company gang rape her in public..." —Taking off his last remaining pair of underwear, as if to bolster his courage, the soldier, who had clearly never had sex with such a beautiful woman before, raised his voice, but this harsh statement almost immediately received a response from Polina full of intense lust. "Hoo... the whole company... is fine too? Even a hundred people wouldn't be a problem... but we'll have to wait until after dinner tonight... as long as... not penetrating the vagina... the anus has already been used by many people, and everyone is very satisfied, right?" As if to prove her words, she leaned forward, continuing to rub her small breasts against the man's penis, her delicate hands reaching back to slightly part her two luscious buttocks; as if alive, her tender anus trembled slightly, occasionally overflowing with the liquid that had already been filled into it, probably having become quite accustomed to the daily violation. The man smiled, strode over, and slapped her small buttocks hard, leaving a light red handprint—amid Polina's scream, her beautiful curly ponytail was grabbed by the man , who forcibly pulled her head back. With her head tilted upwards, the man roughly slapped her delicate face with his penis. Polina's pretty face was slightly distorted as her hair was forcibly pulled, but she immediately turned her head in coordination with the hair-pulling motion, her pink lips falling like raindrops onto the erect, slightly upturned penis. Then, disregarding the little bit of dirt still stuck to the foreskin , she rhythmically and gently moved her head to clean the man. The scent, even stronger than the person in front of her made her vagina even wetter in her dazed state. "The whole company is fine too... Just how lewd are you? Your chrysanthemum has been fucked until it's all loose and saggy !" The man enjoyed the sensation of his penis being licked, but soon, a hint of dissatisfaction with this service appeared on his face —he spread his legs wide apart in a horse stance, forcing Polina to tilt her head back, her pretty face almost pressed between the man's thighs. The two testicles wrapped in his scrotum gently patted Polina's nose, bringing a ticklish sensation and a masculine scent even stronger than a fishy stench. What Polina couldn't resist the most was this wonderful scent—she unabashedly stuck out her tongue and gently sucked on one of the swollen testicles, then the other, which was covered in curly hair, even licking all the way to the very base of the testicles, where they connected to the man's buttocks. Because of the effort she put into licking, her voice was muffled . The stimulation of her sensitive areas caused the soldier to tremble; however, this meticulous service to the new man provoked dissatisfaction from the man enjoying her breast play. With a cry of pain from Polina, her small, adorable breasts were suddenly gripped by the man, her pink nipples mercilessly stretched and pinched, then his hands forcefully squeezed her small breasts, beginning the forced breast play; with each intense thrust, a trace of the man's pre-ejaculate would stick to the girl's exquisitely sculpted chin; but after the initial pain, Polina's voice carried an increasingly intense lewdness, even this intense intercourse brought her extraordinary pleasure. "Gurgle... Slurp, gurgle, plop... Every day, I work hard to tighten them up... Even with just one finger... Ah... Churgle... They can clamp down tightly... Eek! Don't squeeze so hard... Breasts... If you squeeze like that... You'll orgasm immediately..." Holding her cheeks with both hands, forcing her to lick the base of his penis and scrotum, the man's voice sounded playful. How could a promiscuous woman skilled enough to perform both breast sex and oral sex simultaneously be uninterested in vaginal intercourse? Just like a man's pre-ejaculate, the juices between the beautiful woman's thighs were already overflowing, making men subconsciously fantasize about the feeling of penetrating her delicate pink hole. "You can orgasm just by having your breasts played with, and actually, for just a few francs more, you can have your pussy shoved anywhere, right? Even if you add a few dozen francs, we can afford it, you know?" Polina's voice was muffled. To express her refusal, she gently bit the man's scrotum—actually , she only sucked on it slightly, but the faint pain made the man stop his movements until the man...

The man subconsciously pulled his penis back, and she obediently relaxed her sucking. Then, as if to comfort him, she took the
engorged, purplish glans into her mouth, sucking and savoring it.
"No... *gu*... My vagina absolutely won't... If you ask why... *huff*... The Lord also
said ... *slurp*... The first time I make love... I'll save it for my future husband... *uh-huh
*!"
Her voice carried an unbelievable innocence and lewdness, which, of course, was
utterly ; but the Bonaparte family members were stubborn to the core, and even the wanton and slutty
Polina was no exception.
However, this unwavering resolve was merely a manifestation of her lewdness to the men; as if
to punish this wanton girl for her blasphemy against the Lord, the men gave her no space to think.
The penis she had in her mouth during oral sex, under his powerful thrusts, forcefully penetrated the defenses of her pink tongue, pierced her
entire oral cavity, and went deep into her throat.
"Ugh...slurp, slurp, slurp...uh-uh-uh!"
Even deep throating couldn't break down Polina's defenses—knowing they couldn't penetrate her vagina
, each man would retaliate by using his mouth and anus wantonly, and she would cooperate by feigning
pain , her sole purpose being to provoke the men into penetrating her mouth even more,
releasing all her semen within.
Whether it was the feeling of her mouth being filled with a penis, the suffocating sensation of her throat being forcibly blocked, or
the psychological satisfaction from the man's trembling during her counterattacks, she loved it all beyond measure.
Even knowing it was wrong, wasn't the reason her family wholeheartedly supported her elder brother so that
he could freely commit all the mistakes that ordinary people would consider wrong?
"You slut—a woman as wanton as you, not to mention the gates of heaven, even Satan would
shut his doors in fear of being drained dry by you!"
The man's voice was urgent and intense. After this intense intercourse, he realized that even though
Polina 's throat was constantly emitting moans, her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, and her slender hands had already released from the breast play,
weakly scratching her sweaty thighs, leaving faint finger marks on them, just
like
the finger marks left on her fingers when another man roughly pinched her small breasts and continued to force breast play, it was clear that Polina was not at a disadvantage in this intercourse.
The moment the penis entered the girl's tight throat, she consciously made a series of swallowing motions, while her
soft pink tongue, like sticky honey, slid back and forth on his thick, swollen penis, teasing
the veins and frenulum. Each lick almost made him lose control of his ejaculation. He quickly gave a wink to
the last man—who had been dealing with his ill-fitting uniform trousers until now,
when he finally took off all his clothes and was stroking his penis, which was slightly limp due to the tight trousers—
and then he walked towards the girl's back.
"Miss prostitute...hehe, if my cock gets dirty from your little chrysanthemum, you'll have to
lick it clean with your mouth, okay?"
The man gently patted the smooth, small, delicate buttocks, then slightly parted the cleft
, revealing a writhing anus that seemed to be alive, with a considerable amount of fluid seeping out.
Polina, now wealthy and powerful due to her elder brother's rise to power, had many maids. Every time she prepared to go out for pleasure, she would
clean her anus with warm lubricant—and the maids, although they all knew how lewd and
depraved their petite mistress was at heart, were willing to
keep .
The soldier, of course, didn't know this—his fingers hesitated slightly before slowly twisting and
slipping into Polina's tight anus. He was already a veteran, having served the kingdom since
the days . But a seasoned soldier like him
had no loyalty to either the royal family or the republic; his only passion was how to seize as much wealth and women as possible on the road to conquering territories,
while also keeping his own life.
His fingers, which had brought many women to their climax involuntarily, were thrusting in and out of her tight anus. With each skillful manipulation, Polina's
naturally sensitive anus felt as if it were being electrocuted.
"Mmm... gurgle... plop... no... tsk plop, slurp plop... go all out... insert it
... make me climax... gurgle..."
With such skillful movements, Polina's vagina tightened slightly, involuntarily overflowing with more
love juice; and her muffled voice, indistinct because of the penis in her mouth, became even more lewd;
twisting , her voice carried a hint of seduction, she spread her buttocks wider with both hands, and at the same time
slightly thrust her chest forward, allowing the man to grasp her small breasts more firmly, feeling
the slight dampness left on her neck by the pre-existing juice, she felt an uncontrollable joy in her heart, and
the pleasure of the man pinching and twisting her nipples repeatedly made her response even more lewd.
"Hehe, but Miss Prostitute, I usually fuck women's vaginas, I might not be able to hit an anus.
If you only allow me to use an anus, then why don't you just sit on me yourself?"
Clearly, the old soldier did more than just roll cigarettes and play with women; he was probably
the type of prostitute he least wanted to encounter, always wantonly manipulating their bodies until he was satisfied, and paying
no more than his regular clients.
However, Polina never considered herself a prostitute.
She didn't need to do anything for money or status; as long as she followed her brother, wealth and luxury would be hers;
and when these cunning men suggested strange games she herself hadn't even considered, she always felt more excited than these
men .
After all, habit is the greatest enemy of pleasure.
The petite girl gently shook her head, her grip on the man's cheek relaxing slightly.
She tilted her head back, temporarily spitting out the penis from her mouth, but not forgetting to lightly kiss the
saliva-covered member. With the girl's kiss, the penis, almost reaching ejaculation, twitched again.
Then, she spat lightly, expelling a few remaining strands of male hair, her tongue gently licking them.
Wiping the saliva and pre-ejaculate from her lips, she gently tossed her beautiful curly hair
behind her slender shoulders.
"Gurgle... Pfft... Just a moment, I'll lick you again soon..."
In her gentle yet slightly seductive voice, the man enjoying her breast play reluctantly
released her. Then, she giggled and turned around, supporting herself on the man's knees on the ground with both hands,
assuming a squatting position with her legs spread wide, unabashedly displaying her beautiful, hairless pink vulva
to the man.
At only 16 years old, her body still retained a touch of youthful vitality, especially her
untouched vulva—as if its owner was anticipating men's lewdness,
the vulva also longed for the insertion of penises, the dripping love juice being the best evidence; however, as before
, the vulva was destined not to receive immediate satisfaction.
She gently twisted her waist, letting the thick penis rub back and forth against her anus, occasionally slowly
rubbing her buttocks and vagina—the mere friction of the penis caused her vagina to overflow with even more love juice, providing excellent
lubrication.
"The soldier really has a perverse sense of humor... But, oh... This kind of thing... isn't
a big deal ... Don't blink..."
Finally, when the entire penis was covered in dripping love juice, she gently shook a strand of hair stuck to her forehead,
and then slowly relaxed the strength of her waist. As the penis entered her anus, her delicate body tensed intensely.
The penetration into her anus in the riding position was unexpectedly wonderful… Or was it because this man was more skilled than
the average person …?
Amidst heavy breathing, she continued to relax her waist until the entire penis was inserted to its deepest point. The
curly hair tickled her sensitive buttocks, bringing waves of itchiness and making it even harder for her to
concentrate ; and clearly, the man didn't intend to give her any more time to adjust to this thick penis, but rather planned to
bring her directly to orgasm.
In this battle against multiple opponents, even though she maintained the upper hand for now, if she were to be played to the point of
losing her senses, her virginity would be in jeopardy… However, Polina had never lost control.
Following the man's movements, Polina gently swayed her waist back and forth. Her tight anus seemed to come alive,
gripping the man's thick penis in one breath. The experience, much tighter than her vagina, forced the veteran
to slow down his thrusting. The petite Polina even had the leisure to lift her
curly ponytail, which was sticky with sweat to her fair shoulders, with her slender hands. She parted her pink lips and praised the man's penis with beautiful words.
"Mmm...uh...so amazing...soldier's penis is so big...mmm...jumping
...ah...like this..."
But soon, the man sitting on the sofa gently patted her cheek with his erect penis
.
Without hesitation, she turned her head and slowly kissed along the tip of his penis, her lips
gently pulling at the foreskin, then rhythmically teasing the outer edge of the glans with her tongue. Then, she meticulously turned her
head to the side as far as possible, kissing all the way to the base of the penis, the part where it met the scrotum.
"Hoo... Next, I need to clean this part too..."
Unconcerned that it was still covered in her saliva, she gently rubbed her pretty face against the smelly penis,
and then lay down beneath it.
The man's entire body was practically straddling Polina's face.
Kneeling scrotum was being licked and caressed by Polina's cherry-like mouth
. The insane and ecstatic sensations, seemingly capable of sending him to heaven, left him in a state of frenzy. While servicing the man's scrotum, Polina
didn't forget his licked and moist penis. She wrapped her soft
, slender hands around his engorged member while twisting her waist. Her soft hands rhythmically tightened as they reached the base, much like
a young girl's tight, moist anus contracting intensely when penetrated to its deepest point. Whether it was anal sex or masturbation,
her movements were like a sperm-draining machine. Even the most skilled prostitute wouldn't act with the same innate lustfulness
as , so proactively engaging in such licentious service.
"Ugh... It smells so bad... *slurp*... But... when I lick here... my penis gets even bigger
... *slurp*, *slurp*..."
Faced with the extremely lewd Polina, the man straddling her pretty face was naturally not satisfied with just having
her serve him with his hands and mouth. Instead, he moved his body forward further—his stinky anus was
pressed against Polina's delicate lips.
Although it was wiped clean, it still emitted a terrible smell—even Polina felt slightly nauseous. However, with her mind full of lewd thoughts, she immediately extended her small, delicate tongue, which countless men wanted to kiss and taste,
toward the man's anus, which was covered with slightly curly anal hair . Amidst the slightly bitter and fishy smell, an even stronger masculine scent made her mind hazy . The penis in her hand swelled intensely the moment her tongue touched his anus. The man's body tensed and trembled, causing an even more lewd expression to appear on Polina's pretty face. Her movements of stroking his penis and twisting her waist became even more intense. She even gently thrust her small breasts towards the man who had just been brought to near ejaculation by her oral sex . "Gurgle... Mmm... Breasts... Please..." Then, she began to twist her slender waist with only her waist strength, causing her anus to grip the thick penis even tighter. She raised the hand that was supporting the man's knees and pressed the wet penis that was rubbing against her small breasts against one of her nipples, which was already engorged to its limit. Immediately, she began vigorous back-and-forth stroking. The thick penis, burning hot from the approach of ejaculation, rubbed against her equally engorged nipples. She used this swollen shaft as a tool for masturbation, employing her hands, mouth, and breasts simultaneously, causing both men's breathing to quicken rapidly. Controlling the sensations of the two men excited her greatly, until the man beneath her began his intense thrusting. "Ah…my pussy…my pussy can't take it…uh-huh, uh-huh…" The pink anus, tighter than any woman's vagina she had ever violated, made the man enjoying anal sex…

The man had also reached his limit. Although he couldn't directly insert his penis into her vagina because of the woman-on-top position, his
free hands naturally wouldn't give up.
His fingertips lightly brushed against the girl's labia, and with just this movement, Polina let out a beautiful moan,
her lips instinctively tightening. But the petite girl, struggling to twist her body, was forced to sit on the man's
face even harder. She had no choice but to rub her elegant and beautiful face against the man's sweaty buttocks,
continuing to lick and kiss the man's foul-smelling anus while stroking his penis. Realizing that the girl's
vagina was her weakness, the veteran's movements became even more intense. He used his fingers to separate the tight labia and then
teased .
"Haha... so you really are a virgin!" the man laughed, making an exaggerated expression. "
Hehe ... I won't take your virginity, but I can play with your pussy and make you climax... Your future husband
won't be angry, will he? Knowing that your cute little bean has already been touched by other people's dirty hands, he won't beat me up, will he?"
Clearly, many people had touched her before—but Polina, with a strange soldier riding on her face,
couldn't refute this sarcastic voice. Her only resistance was to desperately twist her waist to ejaculate; but every
time her soft, willow-like waist sank, her pussy would once again experience an empty pleasure.
She simply abandoned all shame.
As long as she didn't lose her virginity... Ah, even if the penis pressed against her tight labia and ejaculated, she would
gladly accept it.
After all, the feeling of being rubbed against the entrance of her pussy by a penis was so pleasurable it made her want to ascend to heaven...
Then, under the rape of three men, she was the first to reach her climax. "
Mmm ... Eee - yaa ... The penis pressed against her nipple, and the penis enjoying the cleaning service of the girl's testicles, both ejaculated simultaneously. Semen splattered on the girl's collarbone and cleavage, wetting one of her nipples as well. The astonishingly strong stream of white fluid gushing from her nipple brought even more pleasure to her sensitive tip, prolonging the afterglow of her frenzied orgasm for several more seconds. The man slowly lifted his head from her face—the petite beauty lightly licked her lips, then, maintaining her kneeling posture, she guided the thick penis towards her cheek with both hands. She certainly didn't mind serving the large, still impressively sized penis even after ejaculation a little longer; after all, both her tight, empty vagina in the afterglow of orgasm and her nipples, engorged , craved more male play... In fact, the moment she disguised herself as a prostitute and sold her body cheaply in the military camp, her only purpose was to obtain as much pleasure as possible from these men. "Phew... There's still time before dinner. The three of you, do you want to continue? Or, if you think you can't handle me, then call more people, no problem..." she said with a coquettish laugh, which, to the men, was undoubtedly a blatant provocation. "I didn't expect a prostitute to be so lewd—ha, there's at least an hour and a half until dinner. We won't stop until we've fucked you until you beg us to stop, you virgin slut!" Polina's smile deepened. Her legs were raised high, her buttocks spread wide, allowing more semen to drip from them, wetting her cleft as well. "That's right... I'm a virgin slut... Come on, violate me more!" The men gripped Polina's slender, soft legs, encased in white stockings, tightly. Suddenly, another man banged on the door, not waiting for an answer. "Henry—you son of a bitch, I knew you were hiding here from the smell of smoke! These virgins killed someone in a bayonet fight with the Hungarians the other day still feeling guilty. Give them some of your cigarettes, and when we get back to Milan, they'll pay you back in one go..." His voice suddenly stopped. In stockings, spread her legs. His friend, an old soldier who always had access to good cigarettes and alcohol , and his two friends were surrounding the naked girl. Their semen . He swallowed hard, unsure whether to join the gang rape or turn away to avoid what might be a rape—until Polina's voice broke the silence. "Hoo... There are other things more useful than cigarettes, things that can make people forget their fear, right?" Her tongue licked her still-slicked-with-white fluid from her tiger's mouth, she raised an index finger, and closed one of her beautiful eyes. If one ignored the fact that her naked legs were spread apart by the men in an almost split position, with strands of white fluid mixed with mucus overflowing from her anus, and her pretty face covered in sweat, then her appearance at this moment was simply as beautiful as an angel. "One franc... for one time, okay? But you have to make me happy enough..." She wavered for a moment because of the incredibly cheap price, but then the men surrounded her with smiles. "But, not with my vagina..." Polina giggled, crawling forward on all fours, skillfully unbuttoning the men's military trousers; this was had done this, her movements were nimble and practiced. "Then, how much does it cost to use my vagina?" a young man asked curiously, this one who had previously seemed timid because of the bloodshed on the battlefield...

The pale-faced young man's complexion had regained its color—he had never played with a woman before, and his eyes were already burning with desire for
the petite girl's almost perfect, beautiful body, except for her slightly underdeveloped breasts. If his leader hadn't yet made a move, he probably would have pounced on her like a hungry wolf. However, Polina didn't care who was a soldier and who was an officer. She used her left index finger to push the already erect glans upwards, turned her head, and kissed the base of the officer's semi-erect penis, making the hair on it wet . The equally pungent, masculine scent mixed with a fishy smell caused her recently climaxed vagina to drip even more love fluid. Her other hand, encased in a thin glove, unbuckled the soldier's belt, took out his engorged penis, and while her thumb rotated back and forth on the swollen glans, her other four fingers gently twisted the foreskin like playing a flute. Even this small stimulation made the young man's breathing quicken and his body tremble. Faced with the young man's question, Polina merely smiled alluringly and responded. "No amount of money... *chu*... After all, I'll save my virginity for my husband ... But, um... even without using my vagina... no girl's body can compare to mine... *mmm*!" Polina's seductive moans were abruptly cut short as she licked the entire penis until it reached its peak erection . A five-franc coin was tossed onto the ground between Polina's legs, making a pleasant clinking sound; the recruits following the officer looked at their leader, exchanging bewildered glances, while the officer simply shrugged. "Tonight, we've got your body covered—we've never met a virgin slut like this before!" Without giving Polina a chance to speak, she, undoubtedly one of the most , was roughly grabbed by her black curly ponytail, and her delicate head was forced against the engorged penis licked by her saliva. The excessively thick penis slid back and forth a few times on the girl's soft, saliva- and pre-ejaculated pink lips, and although Polina was unable to make a sound, her eyes revealed undisguised anticipation and desire. Whether it was the feeling of her mouth being filled with the scent of a man, the dizzying sensation of suffocation as the penis pressed against her throat, or the feeling of being moved back and forth like a puppet … she loved it all. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and the penis forced its way between her thin lips. Then, it pounded violently against her throat, bringing waves of nausea—but even that nausea was so wonderful, so irresistible. "Eek... gulp, slurp, slurp... so intense... um gulp, slurp... the smell... so wonderful..." The old soldier's thrusting movements quickly slowed down—Polina tightened her mouth intensely, swallowing repeatedly as she anticipated the smell of semen. The tightness, even more intoxicating than the loose vagina a vagina could never achieve, made it impossible for him, even though he had enjoyed oral sex many times, to endure. The old soldier, bent over like a shrimp, could only let Polina rhythmically shake her head, swallowing the penis all the way to the base. And her beautiful, clear eyes, like crystal, still had the strength to blink gently at the men, her glances full of allure. She didn't even hold onto the man's thighs, relying solely on her understanding of male penises to deftly move her head —while her slender hands, encased in white silk gloves, kneaded her small, juicy breasts, which had just been pressed against her and filled with thick, white semen, while the other hand reached down to her lower body, beginning vigorous masturbation. Love fluid dripped from her hairless vulva, accumulating into a small puddle on the floor beneath her. Faced with this scene, not only could the recruits no longer restrain themselves, their uniforms quickly piling up on the nearby sofa and table , but even the three men who had just left their semen on the girl's body regained their erections. "What a formidable bitch… If you won't let me fuck your pussy, then I'll fuck your ass until it bursts!" The tallest and strongest recruit stepped forward first, forcefully gripping Polina's buttocks, his penis sliding back and forth along her cleft; the other two recruits each went to either side of Polina. The petite beauty maintained her position with the penis still inside her mouth, her beautiful eyes gazing at the equally swollen shafts on either side. She then raised her hands, her soft, slippery palms, glistening with semen and vaginal fluid, enveloping the penises on side. Both young men couldn't help but let out a sigh of pleasure. But at this moment, Polina felt a rare sense of unease. She knew she was no match for these men; her hands and mouth were occupied. The man behind her spread her buttocks, revealing , just as she had many times before. Even if she were penetrated, she would be powerless to resist. Moreover, she desperately wanted to be penetrated, to be thoroughly ravaged until semen spilled out… But she hadn't forgotten her vow of chastity. Even though she looked wanton and alluring at this moment, she was anything but chaste . "Haa... um... gurgle... ooh... come on... this... gurgle ... you said it... slurp... insert it into my chrysanthemum... gurgle... let me climax... umm gurgle!" Then, her anus was forcibly stretched open, the sensation of her rectum being filled once more causing her petite body to tense intensely . Fine beads of sweat had unknowingly accumulated on her small but perky breasts, which, under the impatient touch of the man behind her, became a moist layer as his fingers reached around from under her armpits and played with her breasts. With each powerful thrust from behind, she rhythmically twisted her waist, coordinating with the thick penis, allowing it to ravage her anus with the help of semen and lubricant. She had won her gamble again—perhaps because she feared the prostitute would try to extort money from her , or perhaps because the young virgin was indeed somewhat timid, she had once again preserved her virginity;

At some point, even the anxiety of not knowing if her vagina would be penetrated became
part of .
"Gurgle... Mmm... This one is also very big... Chul, slurp... This one too
... Plop, mmm... Such a strong smell... Chul..."
She seemed to handle four men at the same time with great ease. The old soldier who had initially
forced Polina to perform deep throat oral sex was now only able to clench his fists and suppress the urge to ejaculate.
Meanwhile, Polina's cherry-like mouth, in coordination with her hands, licked three
penises . When she suddenly started playing with the same penis with both her hands and mouth, and while performing intense deep throat, her slender hands, covered in saliva
and vaginal fluid, fiddled with the wrinkled scrotum, the young man even let out a shameful cry.
The psychological pleasure was almost as intense as the physical pleasure. She released the still-erect,
thick male organ from her mouth, letting a lewd trail of silk stretch between her lips and the glans, before turning to kiss the other, purplish-red
phallus, while her slender hands didn't forget to skillfully stimulate the one she had just been working on.
Her brothers would one day be the monarchs of France, Spain, and even the Netherlands; and she,
though unable to become queen because she was a woman, still possessed Bonaparte's ambitious bloodline flowing through her
beautiful body; in bed, she always held the reins.
It was impossible to tell whether she was taking advantage of men's bodies for free, or whether men were raping her for
a pittance .
"No...I'm...I'm going to cum..."
"Me too...this bitch...is so amazing..."
The young man thrusting into the beautiful woman's delicate anus from behind left several
red marks on her pink buttocks with his fingertips; but this slight pain made Polina's movements even more skillful and aggressive; each
time the tender anal muscles slightly turned outward, she would actively lower her waist slightly, swallowing the swollen penis
even deeper. Even though the man behind him had a fairly large penis, facing Polina's anus, which
was exceptionally tight and lovely due to regular exercise and her natural endowment, he, as a virgin,
could only last a few minutes. Not much longer than him, the men enjoying the girl's alternating oral sex and masturbation also reached their limit almost simultaneously under
Polina's skillful control.
"I...I'm coming...Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
The sensation of her anus being filled with the second spurt of thick semen caused Polina's skillful oral sex and masturbation to
falter. The wanton pleasure of her sensitive anus being wantonly abused was something even she, with her exceptional experience in matters of the heart,
could not resist. With the man's frenzied pounding just before ejaculation, she reached her
peak once more. Her delicate hands passively gripped his penis, and she no longer had time to perform oral sex on the veteran in front of her. She let his penis
slip out of her mouth, her pretty face rubbing against his saliva-covered member, letting out a fierce cry of agony.
"My anus...so powerful...I'm going to...come again...Eeeaaaaaaahh ...
His semen, mixed with
the white fluid of the man before him, gushed out in large gushes along his buttocks, then mingled with the love fluid overflowing from his thighs and vagina,
slowly sliding down. But his hands, still tightly gripping Polina's breasts, didn't loosen their grip. Instead, he leaned
back , and caught off guard, Polina's petite body was completely unable to resist the strong man behind her.
Her kneeling posture instantly turned into a wide-open stance.
Before her white-stockinged legs could react and close, the soldiers, their faces lewdly grinning, swarmed forward,
spreading her legs wide in a split position—her
vagina , naturally opened slightly outwards as her legs spread wide.
"Ah...my pussy...no..."
Instinctively, Polina tried to cover her pussy with her hands, but in her heart, there was a nervous anticipation; however,
when the first man pressed his penis against her pussy, but did not penetrate her, but instead began to masturbate vigorously
, she realized what these men wanted to do.
"You guys...just like that...ah...want to ejaculate inside my pussy..."
Her delicate body trembled slightly in the afterglow of the orgasm, but she only wore a lewd smile, spreading her soft jade
legs even wider. Her jade feet
couldn't help but , but she only gently stroked the engorged penis with her fingertips, ready to ejaculate at any moment.
"Maybe we can get a virgin slut pregnant too!"
—The men laughed wildly. Under the Jacobin Reign of Terror,
Christianity had lost its former authority in France, and they even dared to mock the gods they once worshipped.
Then, amidst this blasphemous mockery, the first ejaculation struck the girl's vulva, which had sworn chastity to God,
at close range.
Even without penetration, witnessing the ejaculation, and then
feeling , Polina let out a beautiful, mournful cry.
Then, the second, the third, followed closely—the men took turns stroking their penises. The second ejaculation
smeared the girl's labia, while the third, exceptionally copious, white semen accurately struck the
engorged clitoris within her labia, which she had slightly parted with two fingers.
Unable to control herself, she let out a wanton moan. Her body climaxed once more as thick semen
hit . The gushing love juice mingled with the thick semen clinging to her labia. She deftly tightened her legs
and rubbed them back and forth until her inner thighs, like her vagina, were covered in thick, white fluid.
Perhaps, she really would get pregnant?
The three penises from before, after all the recruits had ejaculated, were once again placed
next to .
Next, she would have to let everyone's semen smear her vagina, one shot after another… It was
a challenge she had never faced before, but the feeling of being the target of semen was surprisingly good?
"Hoo… Maybe my future husband will become Saint Joseph…"
—Her pink lips parted slightly as she turned her head to kiss the now swollen penis.
"So, with God's blessing, you two are now husband and wife; may this ring be
a symbol of your eternal union, Amen!"
The summer sun in Milan is so beautiful it feels like a dream.
The generals applauded enthusiastically, celebrating the newlyweds, while
the soldiers who had come to bolster the wedding and protect the generals made the entire ceremony resemble a king's coronation. Although only a few months had passed,
Napoleon 's prestige grew ever stronger. He acted independently of the Directory, defeated Archduke Charles and many other renowned generals, swept through
Italy, and even disregarded orders from Paris to negotiate peace directly with Austria, instilling
in both awe and fear.
It seemed that amidst the chaos of the Directory, a new coup was being planned. At
the banquets hosted by her brothers and generals, the young girl repeatedly heard the names Barras, Talleyrand, and other rising
figures . But what did this have to do with Pauline?
She listened absentmindedly to the bishop's wedding vows, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the soldiers below,
casting flirtatious glances at each man she had slept with in the past—a considerable number, though most couldn't
reconcile the petite and pristine bride at the wedding with the seductive prostitute whose every inch
of skin had been ravaged, even though their faces bore a striking resemblance.
But… tonight, some of them would find out.
She turned, and, in sync with General Leclerc's embrace around her waist, tiptoed to kiss
the man in his tuxedo.
Their lips parted, and cheers erupted like a tidal wave.
She flashed a perfect smile, a smile interpreted as the happiness of entering marriage. In response,
her husband, still in his wedding dress, lifted her and spun her around, eliciting joyful whistles and
applause .
No one knew the true thoughts in her mind.
After today, she wouldn't have to remain a virgin anymore… right?
She gently rose from beside her sleeping husband.
At the wedding banquet, from Napoleon himself to the elegantly smiling Desai and the fiery Murat,
every officer toasted Leclerc. Even though Leclerc, a fine soldier, was no
sluggish drinker, he was already drowsy. Pauline, however, accustomed to the kisses of strange men reeking of alcohol,
and even enjoying the rather rough treatment she received from drunken men, smiled and reciprocated her husband
's kisses and penetration.
For a young man who had drunk too much, he had done well; his long-term physical training had put him at least above
average, and moreover, to demonstrate his masculinity, he had pushed himself to the limit. But
for Pauline, who had tasted the sweetness of the experience, the pain of losing her virginity and the fleeting pleasure only fueled her unsatisfied desire
after the man roared and ejaculated all his semen into the only place on her body that remained pure . Finally, in her heart, she apologized to her mother and to the Lord she had feigned worship for so many years; there was no longer any need for her to remain chaste for anyone. Next, countless pleasures awaited her. As for Leclerc's opinion, just as her dear brother disregarded orders from Paris, she didn't believe her husband could control her in any way. Casually throwing on a light bathrobe, she stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room. Napoleon had never mistreated his family; under the moonlight, the garden was filled with the scent of summer grass, and behind her, she could faintly hear Leclerc's loud snores, heavy with alcohol. Completely drunk, and exhausted from intercourse , it was only natural to sleep until noon; so, at least until morning… Ah, she could indulge herself to the fullest. With black men or slaves alike, she wanted to indulge until her body could no longer enjoy so much pleasure… She gently closed the door, smiling at the guards at the entrance, lifting the hem of her bathrobe; on her inner thigh, semen mixed with vaginal fluid, tinged with a faint red, dripped slowly. "Phew... Everyone who's been on duty all night, you've worked hard... Because His Excellency's snoring is so loud, he wants to take a nap in the guardhouse. Since I'm taking up everyone's beds, you can do whatever you want with me." She paused briefly at the guardhouse door, glancing back at the guards. Having just lost her virginity, her face now possessed a mature and radiant beauty. Then, as if they weren't outdoors, her fingertips lightly traced the single tie of her nightgown, revealing her petite yet shapely naked body, her firm, perky breasts, and her perfectly As she tossed her still-warm nightgown to the nearest guard, it was fully exposed to the men's eyes. Her long, black, curly hair, originally tied in a ponytail, cascaded down her bare, slender shoulders. The tips of her lovely breasts, once cherry-red, were now engorged and purplish with desire. She gave the men a final, light smile, took a step, and pushed open the door to the guardhouse. The men inside stared at her in shock, but after a moment , she walked towards them and sat on the lap of the nearest young man. As her petite body pressed against the man's bare upper body, her sweaty face was close to his ear, her breath sweet and fragrant . "This is my reward to you as the hostess; anytime... as long as you do well enough, you will receive your share of the reward. Now... the night is still long, enjoy yourselves..." With rapid breathing, the men surrounded the petite yet exceptionally beautiful hostess. With practiced ease , Polina, who hadn't had sex for days in preparation for the wedding, pulled down the underwear of the man closest to her, whose erect penis had already created a tent. Her fingertips gently caressed the man's scrotum, then slowly moved upwards to his strong penis. The men didn't remind her that there were other guards in the guardhouse, but no matter how many men , tonight, having tasted the sweetness, she certainly wouldn't be satisfied, would she? "Madam's body is so beautiful..." a guard couldn't help but compliment, making her giggle. Despite being completely naked, she stood up , slightly bent her knees in a gesture of respect, and then, with her other fingertips, she untied the man's belt . She raised one slender leg and used the back of her thigh to clamp the man's already swollen penis. With the lubrication of sweat, and with the gentle swaying of her legs, the man's penis was squeezed and moved back and forth.

Then, she gently turned her head and kissed the man behind her who couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her bare shoulder. Under her undisguised desire,
the men actions gradually became bolder. Her delicate buttocks
were played with by different hands, constantly changing shape—and her vagina, which had just been penetrated by General Leclerc, was now
being caressed by several hands in turn, her love juices dripping like a burst dam, soaking her jade-like legs.
"Hoo…you all have equally strong bodies…truly worthy of being my husband's good soldiers. I just
wonder how many rewards you will receive from me before dawn?"
She stretched out her arms and embraced the neck of the man in front of her.
Young and vigorous, as the strong soldiers' suppressed desires thrust into her vagina, she let out
a beautiful moan of pleasure—and then, another guard's penis, with a hint of hesitation, pressed against her taut
buttocks .
She turned her head with a coquettish laugh, her lips immediately stolen by the muscular man enjoying her handjob; struggling to
escape the man's predatory kiss, she extended an invitation to the eager guards, and then
plunged into a passionate kiss.
"Want to do it from both ends... mmm... from behind... you can use it as you like... gurgle... mmm mmm
mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm!"
Indeed, the night was still long, and both her vagina and anus would have ample opportunity to be thoroughly irrigated. Many others would pluck this beautiful flower
in the future , but tonight, this was a reward reserved only for the soldiers. These soldiers responsible for protecting the general knew that from this day forward, they would share a secret
with their mistress . Notes: ① Leticia Bonaparte (1750-1836), Napoleon's mother, a devout Christian, raised her children alone to adulthood after her husband's death; because of her simple and frugal nature, she lived longer than most of her children. ② Hookah lodging is also known as an Arabic opium den. Burning tobacco or opium, filtered through water and inhaled through the nose , was a practice primarily popular in the Middle East, but it also had a market in Western Europe and was considered a form of Eastern pleasure (the "Eastern woman" mentioned later refers to women from Turkey and other Middle Eastern regions).

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