"Kneel, my naughty fuckBoy."

Duchess reclines, kimono spread. Hips raised, knees wide, fingering her dark thatch.

"Approach. You may service your Duchess." Kiss her mons, nuzzle her cleft. Inhale.

"Tease me." Whisper softly, lips on eager labia. Linger.

"You may taste." Tongue her entrance. Part her ripe, salty folds.

"Continue." Uncoil her yearning clit. Follow her rhythm. Pause when she shudders.

Await her next command.

Duchess slowly turns, presenting her exquisite bottom.

"Much improved, my lovely fuckBoy. You may mount me. Come fuck your Duchess."

Plunder her pomegranate. Erupt in her depths.

Duchess purrs, clasping me within, sated. For now.