Rough fingers intruded upon her intimate parts, wet with her essence.
“Ah…!”
“You need not be so jealous, Duchess. I am forever yours now.”
“Me, jealous? Never…!”
Priscilla attempted to push him away with her foot, but her efforts were thwarted.
“Remove it, quickly!”
“It seems to be stuck, my lady. What shall we do?”
Wilhelm held her thighs firmly in place, his rough hands relentlessly teasing her most sensitive spot. His well-knuckled fingers navigated her inner walls, awakening a pleasure she had never experienced before.
“Ah…! Oh…!” she cried out.
Each time his hand met her moist core, Priscilla’s cries grew louder. His large palm gleamed with her essence, creating a sticky sound each time it made contact with her. Watching her squirm, he swiftly brought her to the peak of ecstasy.
“Haa… Ahh… Please… ngh…!”
