Kneeling before Lucian, Duchess Evelina’s emerald-green gown shimmered under the dim light, clinging to her curves as if it was part of her very skin.
If one were to look at her now from behind, they would notice how her dress clung tightly to her form, perfectly outlining the curves of her wide, voluptuous hips and the heavy swell of her ass.
The fabric of the gown stretched taut over her flesh, emphasizing the way it bulged sensually beneath, each movement causing the material to shift and hug her even closer.
Kneeling as she was, the emerald fabric seemed to strain with the effort of containing her body, the firm, rounded asscheeks pressing outward as though begging to be touched.
Her posture, half-submissive and half-alluring, accentuated every tempting curve, the soft flesh shifting beneath the gown in a way that invited the eye, drawing attention to the sheer perfection of her motherly figure.
Even the smallest of movements sent a ripple through her skin, the lust between them only deepening with the sight of her fully displayed, her form a mesmerizing vision of extreme allure.
The fabric dipped slightly at the neckline, revealing just enough of her ample, perfectly shaped breasts to tempt the eye, the creamy skin rising and falling with each breath she took.
Her ample chest heaved subtly, the curve of her cleavage enticing, drawing Lucian’s gaze like a predator’s to prey.
Her auburn hair, loose and wild, cascaded down her back like firelight caught in motion, brushing against the soft curve of her shoulders.
Stray strands framed her face, highlighting the mischief flickering in her brown eyes as they met his.
There was something both playful and dangerous in the way she looked up at him, a daring spark that made Lucian’s blood run hotter.
Her fingers, delicate yet firm, pressed deeper as if memorizing every inch of his c0ck beneath the towel.
Each movement was slow, teasing, as the heat from his hardness seeped into her fingertips, sending a pulse of electricity through her.
His musky scent enveloped her, rich and intoxicating, pulling her deeper into a haze of longing.
Each stroke was a silent invitation, her desire building with every passing second, her touch lingering over the d!ck that defied restraint.
Her heart raced as she felt his veins throb under her hand, his powerful presence undeniable despite his vulnerable facade.
The intensity of his gaze, sharp and hungry, made her pulse quicken.
Her breath came in shallow, uneven waves as she knelt there, torn between duty and the fiery lust igniting inside her.
Lucian’s lips curled into a mischievous, knowing smile as he leaned down and whispered, “Duchess, could you…help me with another kind of ‘release’? I can’t seem to, ah, relieve myself.”
“I… I don’t understand, Your Highness,” she faltered, her cheeks flushed with desire, “What do you mean?”
Lucian looked down at her, his eyes glimmering with dark intent, as he grabbed her delicate hand and slowly guided it to his semi-erect c0ck.
“You know exactly what I mean, Duchess,” he growled, a wicked smirk dancing on his lips, “Help me… with another ‘release’.”
She ‘hesitated’, her mind seemed to be swirling in conflict, but her body ‘betrayed’ her with a surge of heat.
Before she could respond, Evelina suddenly felt Lucian’s d!ck brush against her plump lips.
Without thinking anymore, she parted her lips and allowed his thick tool to enter her little mouth, tasting the saltiness of his skin as he began to gently thrust into her warm, wet depths.
Nhhmmm~~
A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his fat c0ck slide deeper, filling her mouth with a primal hunger that she couldn’t control.
She looked up at him, her red lips wrapped around his throbbing mushroom head, her sultry eyes locking with his as if begging for approval.
Lucian’s gaze, now filled with raw lust and hunger, bore into hers, his chest slowly rising and falling with each heavy breath.
“That’s it… just like that,” he growled, his voice thick with desire, encouraging her to take him deeper.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, the wet, lewd sounds filling the room —
slurp~ shlurp~~
— while her little pink-tongue worked skillfully, teasing the sensitive underside with each movement.
Lucian’s grip tightened, his fingers tangling in her long, auburn hair, pulling her closer with every thrust.
He could feel her moan vibrating around him, the heat from her mouth driving him wild.
“You’re doing so well, Duchess…” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rasp as his hips bucked in rhythm with her bobbing head.
His hand guided her pace, pushing her deeper onto him, her soft lips stretched wide as she eagerly took him in.
Her eyes never left his, a wicked gleam in them as if she was relishing every second of his control, her mouth working him with a fervor that made his body tense with pleasure.
Each gasp and groan he gave only seemed to encourage her more, her hands sliding up his thighs, nails grazing his skin as her pace quickened, her determination to please him clear in every motion.
Gakh~ Guhhg~
He pushed deeper into her mouth, his massive red-flesh nearly choking her with its sheer size, forcing her to gag slightly, her eyes well up with tears.
But the feeling of having his thick, pulsing c0ck in her mouth was intoxicating, sending waves of desire coursing through her body.
Mphh~~
Evelina’s muffled moans vibrated around Lucian’s cock as she felt him thicken inside her mouth, the swollen tip pressing against the back of her throat with each deep thrust.
His size was overwhelming, a beast that her body eagerly surrendered to.
Her lips stretched wide around him, barely able to take all of him in, but she worked her mouth tirelessly, savoring every inch she could manage.
Pah~ pah~
Lucian’s heavy balls slapped against her chin with each rhythmic motion, the sound obscene and thrilling.
She moved her hand down, wrapping delicate fingers around the thick base of his shaft — the part too large for her little mouth to swallow — stroking his d!ck in sync with her mouth, while her other hand gently massaged his balls.
The sensation of her fingers rolling them softly, yet firmly, sent jolts of pleasure through him, driving his lust even higher.
My husband’s size can never be compared to this monstrous cock now fucking my mouth like p*ssy…
Lucian’s scent — musky, primal — invaded her senses, filling her lungs with every breath.
The taste of him lingered on her tongue, salty and intoxicating, pushing her deeper into a haze of unquenchable desire.
She was lost in the sensation of his c0ck, in the heat that radiated from his body, spiraling into a lust so fierce that she no longer cared about anything else.
“Ahhh~”
Her f*ckhole grew slick with need, her body betraying her as the wetness pooled between her legs, desperate and aching.
Lucian’s gaze bore into her, dark and lustful, as he watched her struggle to contain the desire overtaking her.
“You’re dripping, aren’t you?” he hissed, his voice low and mocking as he looked down at her kneeling form.
“Soaking wet just from having my cock in your mouth… Look at you, Duchess, behaving like a common wh*re.”
His words struck her, but instead of shame, it only stoked the fire burning inside her.
His taste, his scent, his presence — all of it was driving her mad.
She knew she should feel humiliated, but —
Prince is using me like a prostitute!
But he tastes so good!
— the feeling of his thick rod in her mouth was intoxicating, each thrust sending waves of forbidden pleasure coursing through her.
“You like it, don’t you?” Lucian’s voice dripped with arrogance as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her closer, “My c0ck is so much bigger than your pathetic husband’s, isn’t it? Admit it… you love the way I fill your mouth.”
Her cheeks flushed with shame, her mind torn between resisting his cruel words and the undeniable pleasure pulsing through her.
I should stop…
But she couldn’t.
The way he filled her mouth, the thickness of his penis stretching her lips wide — it was pure bliss.
I want him…
Without realizing it, she began to suck him faster, her tongue tracing every vein along his length as she swallowed him deeper, savoring the salty taste of his flesh, her saliva dripping onto the floor.
More… I need more…
He let out a low growl, his grip tightening on her head as he continued to thrust, his movements growing faster and more urgent.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good, Duchess,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust, “Keep sucking me like that.”
She obeyed, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and desire, as she continued to suck his manhood with a passion she hadn’t known existed.
Suddenly, Lucian’s breath hitched as he felt Duchess Evelina’s slender finger slide into his tight asshole, pressing against his most sensitive spot.
“Holy sh!t… This slut…!” he gasped, the sound thick with surprise and lust.
His hips bucked violently, involuntarily thrusting deeper into her eager mouth.
Her finger curled expertly inside him, stroking his prostate in a way that sent electric jolts of pleasure coursing through his body.
He trembled, every muscle tightening in response to the overwhelming sensation.
Lucian’s c0ck swelled even harder within her mouth, throbbing with a scorching heat that made Evelina’s head spin with lust.
The thrill of his escalating desire pushed her further, and he grasped her auburn hair with both hands, fingers tangling in her fiery locks as he pushed himself deeper, his movements becoming frantic and urgent.
Spurt~ Spurt~
With a sudden rush, he reached his climax, a powerful surge of liquid heat exploding from him.
The torrent filled her mouth, hot and thick, each pulse igniting waves of pleasure as he flooded her with his warm, salty cum, urging her to savor every drop.
“Don’t spill a single drop…”
Gulp~ Gulp~
Evelina swallowed eagerly, her throat working to take every drop of his salty seed, savoring the rich, musky flavor that coated her pink tongue.