Milla gets Arn into her bed

Milla led Arn through a narrow alleyway into the stone maze that was the Old Town. Then up a steep flight of stairs and over a small footbridge to Milla's flat, located in an old tower.

Arn still found it strange how some city folk chose to live like this, packed on top of each other in the sky. But Milla's place was tolerably large and lofty, and he felt at home at once.

Milla closed the door behind them, and Arn stood a bit dumbfounded and admired the view through a window. Milla lit some candles before turning her attention to Arn. Illuminated by the warm flickering candlelight, she walked up to him smiling invitingly and placed her palms on his chest.

"You do look like a pauper," Milla laughed. ”I think we need to get you out of these awful rags before I change my mind,” she said and untied Arn's cloak, letting it fall to the floor.

She proceeded, pulling his worn tunic over his head, then pushed him backwards to a relatively large and cushy bed, shoving him down on his back on it.

Milla's strength and straightforwardness surprised him. Not even his dirty old boots could stop her. She just pulled them off and threw them across the room. Then she proceeded with his pants and practically tore them off his legs, leaving Arn on his back dressed only in his dirty loincloth.

”There, much better, handsome, now it's my turn,” she said.

She pulled her blouse over her head. Slowly teasing, exposing her curvy belly, then her breasts: Heavy yet firm, milky white with big dark red nipples. She quickly freed herself of her skirt and underskirt too. Arn's gaze moved down to her cunt, a sweet and inviting rounded labia crowned with a tuft of flaming red pubic hair.

Purring like a cat, Milla got into the bed and crawled on top of Arn and straddled him. Arn realized that he smelled of sweat, dirt, and campfire. But Milla didn't seem to mind. On the opposite, it was like it only encouraged her. She moaned with pleasure as she pressed her breasts against his chest and her wet pussy radiated waves of heat against his thigh as she rubbed against him. She kissed his neck and chin, then lips, locking them with a passionate, open mouth, her tongue flicking deep into his.

The feeling of Milla's naked warm body against his was completely overpowering, and he moaned into her mouth, answering her kiss with equal passion.