Second method. Recognized as the Duke’s Wife (7)

First, I grabbed the Duke’s hands. A hand as big and heavy as a pot lid followed as I led. I put one hand on my thigh and the other on my chest. I could feel the Duke’s body stiff and tense.

“Touch it. Stroke it gently.”

This is how I do it, so I told him, I moved the Duke’s hand on my thigh and stroked my thigh. The Duke raised his eyes, saw my face, and began to move his hands properly. A dry hand, which seemed a little rough, tickled my thigh. Then he kept looking at my face. He seemed worried that I might be offended.

His hands were far bigger than mine and his strength was much stronger than mine, so the Duke needed to approach me carefully. The Duke’s other hand wrapped around my chest, and the feeling of rubbing the nipples on the rough, hard palm was good. The touch of a man with apparent sexual significance, touching a secret area, gradually excited me. My heart beat faster and my body heated up. I reached my hand down because I couldn’t expect a seductive skill from the Duke, and I wanted to finish as the Duke built it.

Before coming here, the maid recommended drinking, but I felt like I refusing for no reason. It felt strange to get on the man’s belly and touch the bottom with my sober mind.

Whoo, I exhaled a long breath and began to touch my body with my fingers. Fortunately, it was a little wet underneath and gently rubbed my body with my fingers with that slippery fluid. The Duke looked at me with his eyes wide open, as if he were surprised. It was a look he’s never seen before.

“Why?”

“Do you touch that, too?”

“Of course.”

You have to rub it well before you put it in. Replying to the Duke’s words with a sour look, I scanned the Duke’s slender face and thick chest muscles. Life was really something to see again. Sitting on a man like this.

“Why? What’s the difference when you touch it?”

“It’s very different. It’s good for me to touch the Duke like this, too.”

I reached back and felt the Duke’s genitals. It seems to have been built for a while, the Duke’s was standing healthy and well. Maybe it was because I was young, but a hot, hard chunk of flesh moved as if wriggling under my hand. The duke wrinkled one eye.

“Uh.”

I couldn’t see it behind the waist, but the Duke groaned as I groped it gently and wrapped my hand it around it. I slightly pressed the Duke’s p*nis with my hands and released it again and focused on what I was doing. The Duke looked at my face with regret.

Hold on a second. As I swallowed what I couldn’t say to the Duke, I felt my body getting excited little by little, the nipples of my chest were on edge and my legs were wet. The Duke licked his lips with his tongue.

I thought I couldn’t keep the Duke waiting forever, and I wanted to slowly put in the Duke’s p*nis, so I raised my back. The Duke’s hands came up on my thighs and stroked them, and gradually swept further upwards. I began to lower my waist carefully, grasping the Duke’s p*nis. The hard p*nis touched under me and grabbed what I was about to slip in and placed it properly to the entrance.

“Haah.”

I slowly exhaled my nervous breath and tried to put it in slowly, but I faltered because of the tight feeling at my entrance. Wow, it’s big… It was a size that wouldn’t fit until I was quite excited.

“Why, why are you doing this?”

My hesitating movement irritated the Duke and he asked. He was a man who was always expressionless and blunt like a cold northern man, and was bewildered and baffled on the bed.

“I think it’s going to be hard because it’s too big.”

Telling the truth, I lowered my back as it was. It didn’t hold the Duke’s pen*s, but I sat down on his pen*s with my p*ssy.

The Duke groaned with another frown. A slightly moist, wet folds split and his d*ck caught between them.

“Wait, yeah, wait a minute.”

I moved my waist by placing my hands on the Duke’s thick chest muscles, which he had been paying attention to for a while. The Duke’s thing rubbed on my walls, and the stimulation alone made the Duke tremble and moan for a long time. The clitoris between my hair was rubbed against his d*ck, which made me feel good too.

The Duke’s response was good, so he moved his body excitedly. There was a squishy, wet friction sound below, and the more slippery it became, the more sensuous it became.

“Ha, ha, ah!”

I rubbed my p*ssy and clitor*s against his d*ck as if in a trance, thinking that rubbing a little harder would make it feel better. As the expected climax arrived, my thighs and buttocks became tense and my body trembled. Taking a shaky breath, I looked at the Duke’s face, and he was looking at me with a face that had both his ears and the nape of his neck dyed bright red. His slightly gaping lips looked defenseless and sexy, so I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. Slightly sucking his slightly thick lower lip and raising his head, the Duke was staring blankly at me.

“What’s this?”

“Well, a good one?”

I couldn’t think of a moderately good word and equivocated it. Well, you’re in a good mood, aren’t you? I raised my upper body, conscious of the tingling, good sensation rising.

I looked down and saw the peacock had his stomach dirty with his own semen. When I took off the vagina that pressed his genitals, it was pink and wet again. Maybe it’s because I’m young and healthy, so I was worried about whether I should try again by standing up halfway.