S gulps hard as he views the delectable, smooth-skinned and sexy body of his present client slowly browning in the sun. Just wearing a minuscule string bikini that hardly hid her curves along with her rounded, bouncy and tempting butt's cleavage, Sergei couldn't help but feel his one-eyed monster begin flicking, hardening and reddening at the scrumptious and delicious sight before him. He tries to answer her but his throat has seemingly gone dry and he suddenly begins to stutter which was not normal for him.
"Y-Yes P-Princess, I c-can assure y-you t-that I h-have n-never b-been with a w-woman b-before… Honest t-to G-God…"
"That seems impossible, dear talent," insists the long-haired royal while her temptingly smooth back is still facing the poor sweating and secretly engorged Serg. "How old are you, by the way?"
"T-Twenty seven and a h-half, M-Mistress E-Elena. B-But I w-will t-turn t-twenty-eight in just a f-few m-months P-Princess Sciarillo…"
