"Come on, take me already."
"You won't be saying that for too long."
"My pussy loves the sound of that~~"
The duchess gracefully reclined upon the luxurious bed, eagerly anticipating the arrival of Mastur.
With great enthusiasm, Mastur approached.
Positioned directly above her, his knees sinking into the plush bedding, he leaned in and their tongues met in a passionate embrace.
The duchess displayed exceptional skill in the art of tongue play, skillfully aligning her movements with Mastur's, intensifying their passionate kisses.
As Mastur's saliva gently rolled and dripped out from his mouth, resembling a flowing stream of thick liquid, he seized one of her milk-smeared breasts.
Despite the copious amount of milk adorning her breast, his hands effortlessly maintained their grip, as the warm liquid retained its fluidity, providing an added element of excitement for Mastur.
The amounts of milk she produced was crazy.
Her breasts felt so hot and her nipples, even hotter, the mere thought of Mastur having to teach time made a tremor rock her pussy.
A tremor that acted as an outline for how good his dick would feel in her very soon.
Deepening the intensity of their kiss, Mastur's tongue delved further into her mouth, prompting her body to respond with increased vigor.
"Your tongue... It's so deep..."
Naturally, she acknowledged Mastur's tongue game.
He was just as good as her, if not better.
The pressure of his grasp upon her breast, coupled with the firmness of his thumb against her throbbing, erect nipple, elicited a heightened sense of pleasure.
Finally, Mastur's tongue ventured deeper and deeper into the duchessʼ mouth, and in no time, it was already exploring the depths of her throat.
"Oh my, ahnnnnnn~~ you're... You're tongue... It's so deep inside m— ahnnnnn~~!"
The moment she felt the unexpected sensation in her throat, her eyes momentarily gleamed with pure delight, and despite the slight discomfort caused by his plump tongue, she managed to release a moan from her mouth.
It was a moan filled by pure amorality.
With the way it was constricted, the moan sounded similar to a seal.
"Eyyyyyyaaannnnnnn~~!"
Her hands eagerly reached out and firmly grasped Mastur's buttocks, desperately seeking something to hold onto as his tongue delved further into her throat.
' This man... There's nothing ordinary about him... From the way he moves down to how he touches me, everything makes my body scream, it makes my pussy ache... There's absolutely nothing normal about him, and yet he's a human just like me. His sex patterns are abrupt and forceful, and his sexual drive might just be greater than mine...! '
The duchess thought this as her throat was getting racked by his tongue.
Her eyes spun to the point of dizziness.
' His tongue feels... So good inside me... '
It was as if her throat had transformed into a pussy, and his tongue, a succulent and satisfying cock, penetrating it with fervor.
Meanwhile, his hand transitioned from sensually caressing the curves of her meaty breasts, which swelled between his fingers like succulent chunks of meat, to firmly gripping and teasing her nipple, eliciting a pleasurable response.
"Ahnnnnnnnn~~ Touch me... Touch me more~~!"
This gesture caused her hands to momentarily abandon his buttocks, and unexpectedly, a stream of urine splashed out from her pee hole, drenching the bed in a resplendent golden shower.
As quickly as the hot stream of urine drenched the bed, it dried as quickly as it flushed out of her pee hole.
The duchess was good at holding her urine during sex, because she wanted to know what sort of men could rack her pussyʼs senses so well she'd forget herself and squirt both her cum and her urine.
It was the main reason she drank a lot of water before sex.
Mastur had used only no more than 5 minutes to satisfy her.
A master of the bed.
An artist of the form of sexual pleasure.
Finally, Mastur languidly withdrew his tongue from her throat, causing her eyes to gleam with pure delight once again.
As his tongue completely disengaged from her throat, the duchess' upper body swiftly elevated, momentarily causing her to feel a surge of exhilaration. A peculiar sound of hurling escaped her, as if her throat was responding in an unconventional manner to the incessant probing of his tongue.
If he burrowed her throat even deeper, she'd surely have reacted with a vomit.
His tongue, on exiting her throat gently rubbed against the tight, soft walls of her throat and once again air could flow freely.
Now, with Mastur still positioned above her, copious amounts of saliva cascaded from his mouth, descending upon the duchess' visage.
It was as if all the saliva that had once resided within her mouth had now found its way into his.
He inhaled deeply, as if preparing to unleash a loogie, but when he forcefully spat it upon her face, it fragmented into numerous glistening droplets of rich salivary thickness.
"Ahnnnnnnnnn~~ So warm..."
Upon contact with her face, she instinctively closed her eyes, relishing in the comforting warmth and thickness of the saliva.
"Hm?" said Mastur.
The duchess was panting heavily.
However, now, Mastur was her main concern. "Is everything fine...?"
The thought that something would distract his cock from keeping its top performance was scary.
But maybe, this was a turn for good...
There was an exhilarating surge in Mastur's cock, a sure sign that something formidable was about to be released.
With determination bred out of lust, he kept himself positioned above her, but now a little closer in proximity, his pulsating cock hovering just above her hairy pussy.
Tenderly, he caressed her visage, massaging it and smearing the saliva that drenched her face, all over.
After, collecting a small amount of the glistening saliva in his palm.
Then, with a firm grip on the shaft of his opulent, prominently veined cock, he employed the viscous saliva to lovingly stroke his engorged penis. Gradually, the pace of his fervent rubbing intensified, causing his throbbing shaft to grow increasingly fervent, its pulsations more pronounced with each passing moment.
The more he rubbed, the better he felt, the better he felt, the harder his cock pulsed.
Hotter and hotter did his cock feel.
Like he was about to cum something extremely hot.
"You're gonna do it on me... Aren't you~~?"
From the sounds of her voice, she was hoping he did.
And then, his thick quantity of opulent cum surged forth from the crown of his cock, enveloping the duchess' delicate feminine folds.
Her pubic hair and the entirety of her pussy were now adorned with his lustrous, ivory essence, which cascaded languidly down her rich, pee-glistening thighs and onto the bed.
With her pussy and pubic hairs now adorned in his potent cum, Mastur skillfully employed his fingers to tenderly stroke and caress her luscious, rosy folds. The creamy sperm entangled and entwined her pubic hairs, creating a captivating tapestry as he continued his gentle ministrations.
His fingers were imbued with a creamy texture, mirroring the richness that enveloped her delicate pussy.
"Ohnnnnnnn~~ those fingers of yours~~!"
The duchess reveled in every blissful moment, her countenance radiating an erotic smile that exuded sheer satisfaction. Her lips curved lazily, while her eyes, filled with ecstasy, seemed to twist upwards.
However, in an instant, her expression transformed into one of intense pleasure and pain as Mastur's middle finger, with sudden and unexpected force, plunged into her pussyʼs depths.
"AHNNNNNN~~!"
Without pause, he resumed his fervent exploration, his finger rhythmically delving in and out, each movement eliciting a barrage of moans.
He spat on her pussy.
If it felt dirtier then it was much more desirable.
With this added touch of debauchery, he increased the tempo of his digital dance within the velvety confines of her sweet, yielding walls.
Her pussy was feeling good.
But all these were simply foreplay for it...
"You've been taking my finger so far... I hope you're ready for my cock..."
"Eh?" said the duchess.
She was lost in so much pleasure she failed to realize it...
The Divine Loverʼs sword was still unsheathed.