“Oh, I almost forgot.”

Anne, barely holding back her moans, reached out his arms and grabbed his black hair. Then she pulled him toward her, so he was drenched in sticky fluid.

It’s only fair that you experience the humiliation I went through.

The Grand Duke was meekly led by her weak grip. Anne may have intended to do the same as he did, but it was a pleasure and reward to him just to be able to smell her.

The Grand Duke sucked all the sweet liquid. He gently rubbed the place with the tip of his tongue, not wanting to miss it even a little bit. The sweetness he remembered had become ripe, perhaps because she was having a child.

The flesh that clung to him was so soft that it felt like it would melt on his tongue. He persistently sucked the soft flesh till it plumped up. Anne’s lower belly contracted strongly and her secret place twitched.

The more he sucked her swollen nib with his lips and rolled it with the tip of his tongue, the more her erotic scent stung his nose. He seemed happy to see her legs stiffen. He let go of the nib he had been sucking and inspected it as it was glistening with his saliva.

His gaze shifted to the fluttering pink hole. As he gently raised his tongue and pushed it into her narrow opening, Anne’s body trembled.

His fingertips touched her slippery, slender legs and he pressed his tongue into the soft walls. Her twitching inner walls squeezed upon his tongue with full strength as he prodded inside. She even reacted in tears.

He stirred the walls with his flexible tongue. She didn’t even moan, but judging by her body’s reaction, she felt it enough.

As he rubbed the wet opening with his own saliva, the sweet honey water tasted heavenly on his tongue. The strange sucking sound dug into her eardrums, and both of her thighs trembled at the intense stimulation.

As he gently rolled the peaked clitoris into his mouth, Anne couldn’t breathe as pleasure flashed through her head and turned it white. Her hand gripped the shiny jet-black hair tightly. His tongue swam flexibly through the wet flesh.

The wet sucking tapped on her eardrums strangely. Every time a tingling sensation passed through her body, the tension tightened her insides again and again, squeezing on the Grand Duke’s tongue. Even in the midst of this, the Grand Duke’s wet tongue went in and out of her opening like a fish, and swallowed up all the liquid that flowed out.

As his soft tongue dug deep inside her, Anne’s body tightened. Her walls contracted rapidly, and clear liquid gushed out. All of her excitement was sucked into the Grand Duke’s mouth.

However, despite Anne’s courageous preparations, her body was responding to the touch after a long time. Her breathing quickened and heat ran through her body.

“Huuhh . . .”

Anne suppressed her excitement as much as possible and endured it, but in the end, she reached her climax.

Her arms hang down helplessly. Her first climax after a long time made her body burn for quite some time.

The Grand Duke happily buried his face in Anne’s white thighs with thrilled eyes. At this moment he wanted to raise his eyes and see her face. Would she open her lips lovingly, with hazy eyes drowned in pleasure?

He was happy. He was overcome with hope that one day she would forgive her.

But his swollen pillar was uncomfortable and unbearable. He dared not wish for it, but the carnal desire to stop his tongue and insert his swollen flesh urged him on.

It would be too much to be greedy now.

He knew that too. That this was an order she made to punish him. Of course, it was only sweet to him, but she might even refuse to talk if he wanted more here. So he decided to be content with just burying his lips in her crotch.

The flesh that climaxed once were so sticky and soft that they melted under the touch of his tongue. The Grand Duke rolled the flesh he diligently sucked into his mouth as if he was addicted to the fragrant aroma rather than the food on the table.

Anne’s half-dazed eyes flashed open.

“Stop it!”

As Anne felt the Grand Duke’s hand gripping her thigh, she violently pushed him away.

The moment she saw the regret in his eyes, she knew she had made a mistake. Seeing that he liked it so much . . . She should have stopped at the point where he welcomed the punishment in the first place.

Taking solace in the sight of the front of his trousers, which was stiff and swollen enough to straighten the creases of his trousers, Anne got up from the chair. At that moment, her vision went white and her body faltered.

“Angroanne.”

The Grand Duke, who got up quickly, supported her around the waist.

She really wanted to push him, but she was so exhausted that she couldn’t even take a single step. In the end, she was forced to be held in the Grand Duke’s arm until he lowered her to the bed.

“I;ve lost my appetite. Go away.”

Anne said weakly and pulled the blanket over her head.

Fortunately, the lights in the room were dim. She didn’t want to show her face.

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