Lisa was a professor of history, black hair, 32 years old, and a virgin. She was short at only five feet four inches tall, but her mind was sharp as a tack. One day, while conducting research for her latest book, she stumbled upon a time machine. Excited by the discovery, she decided to take it for a spin.

Unfortunately, the machine malfunctioned, and she found herself stranded in the 15th century in Renaissance Florence, Italy. Desperate to survive, she agreed to marry a rich and powerful merchant named Francesco.

Francesco was 45 years old, handsome, and well-built. He had a long, thick cock that he knew how to use. Lisa was nervous on their wedding night, as she had never been with a man before. But Francesco was patient and gentle, taking his time to make her comfortable.

As he undressed her, Lisa couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. She had never been naked in front of anyone before, and the sensation of Francesco's eyes on her body was intoxicating. She blushed as he took in her small breasts and the curve of her hips.

"You are beautiful, Lisa," he murmured, tracing a finger down her chest.

Lisa gasped as he touched her, her body responding in ways she had never experienced before. She felt a sudden urge to touch him, to explore his body as he was exploring hers. She reached out and tentatively touched his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingers.