I kissed Beatrice’s neck, fondled her teats held her tenderly and gently but firmly pumped her womb full of my creamy seed. Xxx hot She then spread her lips apart. “No whores in here sir,” the cabbie shouted as his horse fretted. No matter, even at three parts hard he was man enough for any woman, “On the table edge clear a space!” I ordered. “I thank you my Lord, very pleasant, you may dress again my dear, rejoin your sister.”
“Oh no you don’t you strumpet!” Lord H cried, “You won her man, Now it is for you to clothe and house her!”
“Indeed, in that case you can earn your keep at Maison L’Oiseaux!” I suggested quoting Lord H’s favoured whore house. “But think of my social station.
