She was married. Not only married, but married by order of the King of England. No bans were read, no wedding was planned. Just a priest and a contrac.... Why a priest she wondered. She knew the king wasn’t Catholic, maybe Eric was. Eric Lancaster. Duke of Ridgemont. The name sent chills up her spine. She was now the Duchess of Ridgemont. A title that her father had promised to her older sister. They were always told she was betrothed to the Duke. Deep down Miranda always knew the Duke wouldn’t. Of course Jody could feel my broken wheezing breath, much faster heart beats and the knotted balls rubbing eagerly on her pussy lips and my sweat falling on her naked hot body like the rain fall. She immediately twisted her body to pull my cock out of her snatch. “What the fuck, you perverted little brother. Are you trying to impregnate me? You have no shame or the family respect left in you”. With that tirade she suggested that if I must fill her with my seed, I better do it in her ass and. Everyone at home became busy in their work and I started to enjoy with Sharada.One day I and Sharada were fetching water in the house. I hugged her from behind and started pressing her boobs. As I got bone started rubbing my sick from back. She held my cock over the pant and pressed it for few minutes and told that her husbands dick length and girth is smaller than me. We forgot that people are there in house. After that while having bath I called her to rub my back as I can’t reach. She came. Darcus smiled broadly and agreed, Darius she thought seemed nervous and maybe this would be his first time. She bent over the rear sill of the car and dropped her skirt whilst Darcus reveled the kind of black cock she had only ever dreamed of. It was long and ebony with a rolled back foreskin and she thought that the helmetwas like a black mushroom cap. That was quite weapon and his ball sac hung low. That was a seriously big weapon and she wanted it in her. Darcus eased his length into her and.