The Mercutio's slayer...

Valentina Mercutio was hanging around the wedding house keeping an eye on everything, servants with flowers, chefs with desserts and the rest of the hired staff. Many people did not come to work, which did not surprise the woman at all. If it weren't for her best friend's big day, she would have stayed home alone too, terrified by the third leg.

"Can I help you with something?", she finally asked the guest, who was staring around the kitchen with distracted gaze. It was hard to admit to Valentina, that she only spoke to him, because she was interested in his rump stuffed into the tight miniskirt.

"The groom told me to make sure that all the wines were in place", Tybalt spoke in a charming voice, intimidating Miss Mercutio even more. It seemed to her that the room suddenly felt warmer.

"I took care of everything ... butt ... I mean but ...", Valentina felt dazed, as the man looked at her with a curious stare, "We can go downstairs and check it out ... together."

They had barely passed the door of the wine cellar, when Tybalt lunged at Miss Mercutio. He pinned her to the basement wall, kissing her passionately. The woman got carried away by the moment, and despite the lack of courage, she took the lead, when the Prince of Cats revealed his bare ass in front of her fastened eyes.

Valentina sank her new sword into a warm scabbard of Tybalt. She pomped him from behind, moaning at the same time with yet inexperienced pleasure. She went deeper and deeper, until finally she could not stand it anymore. Climax was enormous, splashing all over the skirt.

"That was amazing", Miss Mercutio fell to the floor exhausted and stunned. She did not immediately notice how the grate closed behind her. Only the turning of the key in the lock made her realize that something was wrong, "What are you doing?!"

"It's nothing personal. I'll get you out of here tomorrow. Of course if I will not forget", Tybalt was barely standing on its own. Shaking legs reminded him of how strong the female orgasm was. It was even hard for him to pull out the phone and speak in without a breathless tone, "Rosaline? It all worked out, so you can go. No, don't ask me why I'm panting. Yes, let's assume I was running."

The Prince of Cats started going up the stairs, listening to the other side on the receiver.

"Call me!", Valentina sreamed after him, extending the hand lasciviously through the bars.