Henry had been quite a bit for Anne to handle when they had married, but when Charles had boarded her ship and taken Anne for his own - Anne had never known a man's touch like Charles'. He drew such pleasure and sound from her; Anne had never felt pleasure like that.

Anne could feel the tell-tale twitching of his cock against her tongue. She had felt the same twitching inside her each time he fucked her so senseless. Anne moaned softly and let the nails of her free hand drag against his inner thigh. She didn't let up in the slightest. Anne continued bobbing her head up and down, relaxing her throat to let him in as deep as possible, holding him there for a moment before pulling back and repeating the process. Soon enough she stopped those pauses, just mimicking how he penetrated her in rhythm.

Again she moaned, sending those vibrations down his length and giving his balls another teasing squeeze. Her lips were clamped tight along his length as she moved, so she wouldn't miss a single drop when he would give in to his pleasure.