George Boleyn's bedroom

"To the one that i desire" George grinned, his eyes were getting bright. "To the one i love, to the one i want in my bed." He whispered taking a sip from glass.

George looked at her for a long time then he put the glass on the desk. "No body" He looked at the floor "That's why i always sing to myself."

George gave her a sweet smile "Well, if i begin to tell my secrets, you may have to stay here forever." He took a deep breath, filling a new glass with wine. "No body as i said."

George left his glass to the desk suddenly. He looked at into her eyes sadly. "When you know i sang love songs to only you, don't pretend just like you don't know my secret. No, my lady. That just breaks my heart."

George took a deep breath trying to smile "I love to make people happy. I can't stand sad faces."

George laughed looking at her cute face. "Really."

George smiled at her "So what are you waiting for?"

"We saw what happened when i did the first move." George laughed with drunkennes of wine "All right, let's wait for Jane Parker to kiss me then. "

George's hand found her smooth legs under the grown. He kept kissing her lips while his hand was moving slowly on her legs. His lips moved down to her neck. He put his head to her neck, touched it with his toungue. "If you want to stop" He whispered to her ear out of breath. "Do it now, or its going to be too late."

George stopped to kiss her cunt when he understood that she was ready to be gone in. He approached her lips, kissed her neck with wet kissings. His kissings moved down to her nipples. His hand left her legs and found strings of her corset. He plucked the corset fastly. He did not get surprised when he saw the underwear dress. "French women should give up on wearing so much clothings." George grinned whispering. He put her underwear off kissing her body.