The sides of the castle glistened in the setting sun as Humbert rode towards it on his trusty horse Flashdance. He could not wait to call to his love Rosita and hear her melodic voice course down upon him from the height of her tower. Rosita remained in her tower, Humbert mused, because she was an angel and thus had to keep close to heaven. Though her buttermilk skin, round supple breasts and taut buttocks made him feel devilish and think un-pure, hellish thoughts. It made his dick hard too.
As Flashdance catapulted Humbert into the castle courtyard, Rosita heard the sound of galloping hooves and rushed to her window. Her ample bosom heaved and bounced as she launched herself at the window ledge and gazed down at her beloved. The sight of Humbert already quite clearly erect was enough to make Rosita moan with preemptive pleasure.
Humbert called up to her. “Rosita my queen, I have come to feast upon your loins and splatter mine cum about your person! Allow me to bite your navel and lay my love eggs in your hair! My heart belongs to only you and it runneth over with mine love! What say you?”
Rosita let forth a banshee shriek of arousal and excitement. “Hurry my love! Ascend my tower and pluck the roses from my lady garden!”