#118

theres a smoothie on my boobie said the duchess of earl a dashing young lady of seventeen and it just so happened that the duke was in london on business so i the duchesss clothier was left to suck that blueberry smoothie off her royal pink nipple like a puppy goes for mothers milk but keeping within the realm of propriety i stopped sucking when the smoothie was gone from that cold and erect nipple then i turned around and went about my business and not a second later i heard theres some smoothie on my cooter and i whipped around and burrowed beneath the duchesss dress and wore her crotch like a horse wears a feed bag for hours and hours her thighs clamped around my ears deafening me to her orgasmic screams her feet pressed against my back pulling me in closer as if i could get any closer than having my face halfway inside her but i tried and for a moment i imagined myself swimming inside her exploring her feminine tunnels in a jules verne sort of way just curious and fascinated at every turn all the savagery of sex replaced by the cold comfort of science but then she pushed me back and dumped the rest of her smoothie down my pants and said theres a smoothie on your weewee