In the gleaming towers of New Matriarchia, where women ruled the skies and laws bound every man past thirty to a woman's claim, Marco stood trembling at Elisa's door. The State had found him—a virgin at thirty, exposed and assigned. She opened with a radiant smile, her white braces glinting like secrets, thick brows arching playfully over brown eyes that sparkled with Mediterranean warmth. Her dark wavy hair, streaked with blonde, framed a face of striking uniqueness: that bold, pronounced nose giving her an earthy allure, thin lips curved in genuine kindness, slim frame with pert B-cup breasts hinting beneath a silk robe.
"Come in, Marco. No need for that deer-in-headlights look—I'm Elisa, and this isn't an execution. It's... an awakening," she said, voice warm and witty, guiding him inside with a firm yet gentle hand. "The Mandate's old news, but for you? Fresh terror. Relax. I've done this before, and I promise it'll feel less like duty and more like discovery."
He stammered, cheeks burning. "I... I've never... this is all so sudden."
"Sudden? Darling, the State's been planning your 'sverginamento' since birth. But lucky you, landed with me." She chuckled, leading him to the bedroom, her slim hips swaying confidently. Not submissive—she commanded the space, strong and assured. "Let's ease in. Clothes off. I'll help; no rush, but let's see what we're working with."
As she shed her robe, revealing smooth olive skin and that lithe body, Marco's breath hitched. Her smile never wavered, braces flashing as she teased, "Eyes up here—or down there, your choice. But feel that tension? That's the spark." She undressed him slowly, fingers tracing, then wrapped her hand around his cock, already stirring hard. Spitting thick saliva from her smiling mouth, she let it drip and coat him, stroking with expert rhythm. "There we go—feel how it slides? Horny yet? Good. Breathe with me."
Their lips met in deep French kisses, tongues dancing as she whispered between breaths, "You're doing fine. Let it build." Her mouth trailed lower, taking him in a sensual blowjob, saliva glistening, his cock throbbing under her skilled tongue. Panting now, she pulled back, eyes locked on his. "Ready for more? My pussy's wet, dripping for this moment."
She straddled him, guiding his hard length inside her slick heat, ass grinding with control. Sweating, they moved together, her witty murmurs reassuring: "That's it—thrust like you mean it. Feel my pussy clench? You're not a virgin anymore, and damn, it's explosive already." He came hard, cum filling her as they climaxed, bodies entwined in the lead-up's fiery peak.
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