It had come to pass that Anne was precisely the woman that Charles needed in his life, though he'd never once in all his days predicted any such thing. He'd thought that willing whores and other wantons would be all that would be required once things with Eleanor had fallen apart. Instead, fate had delivered him a wanton and a partner all in one.

Charles set aside any further contemplation on the subject in the moment before his cock slid home inside of Anne's pussy. The woman's sheath clutched at his shaft with a fierce, hot grip, sopping wet with her juices. "Fuck..." he hissed, as the root of his shaft pressed against her folds for a moment before he began to rock his hips.