The Duchess and the Devil

Judith gaze dropped from her chest to her navel, then collided with a huge cock. The upright penis was so large that the blood vessels were mercilessly inflated, indicating an erection with all its appearance.

«What are you looking at like that? Surprised? Or do you want to eat it?»

He was slowly but surely approaching the tub. Covered in steam, he looked great, which made Judith look away with a clear and confused look. She couldn’t hide her body, but she tried to at least avoid the burning pressure. Despite their eternal closeness, she still felt awkward at such moments, as if her thoughts were still hovering in the past.

«If you wait…»

«I don’t have enough patience,» the devil cut her off.

Suddenly, the water level in the tub rose when Derrick, without waiting for permission, climbed up to her. It gushed out with a loud sound, causing pink petals floating in the water to spread randomly on the bathroom floor. The shirt that Derrick had taken off earlier was soaked in a matter of moments. He won’t be able to wear it anymore.

The bath was ridiculously small, which made it impossible for the young people to maintain a suitable distance. And that meant: they have no choice but to snuggle tightly together. The couple’s skin was hotter than the very water in the bathroom, which was supposed to relieve fatigue. Instead of sitting down and relaxing, the girl tried to get out of the bath, but Derrick grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap, once again flooding the marble floor. The distance between their bodies was reduced.

«Why do you keep running away?»

He clicked his tongue in displeasure.

Judith had no choice but to accept what was happening. But every time she tried to leave because of her shyness, although she did not see much point in her actions: even if she disappeared now, Derrick would certainly catch up with her in the bedroom. And every night the husband confirmed his perseverance.

Judith stopped resisting and relaxed, after which her husband softened in his gaze. During this short time in the bathroom, he was completely soaked. The Duchess, without really thinking, touched his shoulder, then froze, realizing what she was doing.

The classes she attended before her marriage were usually devoted to how to be a quiet and gentle lady. There were many types of training, but the so-called «bride courses» taught girls to connect with men. Michelle, the mentor who told everything about sexual intercourse, said: This is a sacred act that should be performed only in the bedroom.

Of course, sometimes the position changed: the table, the sofa, the floor. But the girls never thought that they could leave the bedroom.

But Derrick demonstrated his tendency to have sex in a variety of places: the carriage, the office, the bath… However, each time Judith still refused, transferring the action to the usual room. That was what she was worried about right now – the unfamiliar surroundings.

She compared it to a violation of customs, like, for example, having lunch in the office instead of a restaurant.

«Just focus on the feelings, » Derrick took her hand when Judith tried to move away. She couldn’t take her eyes off his noble eyes and slowly touched his jet – black hair-touching only with the tips of her fingers.

The dark strands contrasted perfectly with hers – silver. The girl’s hands were wet, which gradually caused Derrick’s hair to get wet, as well as his body. She didn’t know why, but his muscular body seemed like a huge and alluring mystery every time. She lowered her hand from Derrick’s hair, touching his shoulders: unlike her soft skin, her husband felt as if she was touching a hard brick.

Feeling awkward a while ago, Judith moved more and more boldly. It was as if she was possessed by some kind of magic. Sliding down from the collarbone, the Duchess’s hand touched a wide breast, on which a reddish-brown nipple stood out. Rubbing it with gentle fingertips, she touched her chest, squeezing slightly. It was only from this impulse that Judith seemed to wake up and realized what she was doing.

When she raised her head, she met burning red eyes. Some time ago, they were still purple, but now there is no trace of this color left.

«I didn’t tell you to touch him,» Derrick said, grabbing his wife’s chest and laughing. The soft, supple flesh trembled under his fingers. «So why did your nipples stand up when you touched my body?»

He tilted his head as if he really didn’t know the answer to this question, and then suddenly touched his lips to Judith’s ear and whispered:

«Were you so excited to touch my heart?»

His voice sounded as sticky as water with melted sugar. Judith wanted to answer, but she just couldn’t, thinking only of Derrick’s hand, which was still tearing at her nipples and caressing her breasts.

The bright red eagle became even brighter. Every time he ran his hand over it, everything between his legs trembled in anticipation. Even though they were in the bathroom, it was possible to accurately determine that the girl’s vagina was wet from excitement.

Noticing this, Derrick licked her cheek without a trace of embarrassment. The narrow nose slid over his chin, sinking lower and lower. Judith hastily wrapped her arms around his neck, twisting at the waist. She felt that she was about to collapse from overexcitation. On the way down, the duke finally bit her breast: black hair tickled her skin as white as snow; Derrick himself licked and sucked pale pink halos, pleasuring them with the tip of his tongue.

«When you get pregnant, milk will come from here,» he said.

The helplessly wet vagina was already languishing. Derrick continued his biting, imagining that Judith’s nipple was a cigar. It seemed to the Duchess that she was melting, as if she was lying under the sun. It was all strange and exciting.

«Ah…»

She groaned.

«Your body is so sweet… But how sweet will the milk be?» Derrick was laughing.

The Duchess understood that such speeches should cause a sense of shame, but her mind seemed to turn off, giving place to pleasure. When Judith imagined everything that Derrick had described, her stomach ached. Hot moans merged into an ensemble, filling the entire room with sound.

Due to the fact that they were still in the bath, each breath was echoed by a long and loud echo, which made it uncomfortable, because she herself had never experienced such a thing. Derrick began to move her waist. His penis, placed between her thighs, rocked back and forth, rubbing against her vagina.

Judith was so exhausted and wanted him to come in as soon as possible, but her husband only teased her, continuing his game. Every time she shuddered, Derrick felt that Judith was getting wetter and wetter. The Duchess was no longer aware of her actions. The longer the friction lasted, the hotter the penis became. The water that had been steaming not so long ago had long since cooled down, becoming colder than their bodies.

«Yes…» – Derrick held one nipple in his mouth, massaging the other with his fingers.

Suddenly, he bit it like an animal. The pain and the bliss of pleasure contrasted with each other in Judith’s body, filling it and crushing it at the same time.

«Ah!»

There was a short but intense climax. The girl’s thighs trembled, and a sticky liquid flowed out of her.

Derrick sat Judith on the railing of the bath as she plunged into orgasm. He spread his wife’s legs with one movement, which made her shudder. If she had been wearing a dress, then the pose would definitely have seemed uncomfortable. But now the naked body did not restrict movements, allowing them to do whatever they wanted.

Hastily glancing at her husband, Judith was confronted with burning eyes. He, taking his place between her thighs, gently stroked the girl’s pubis, smiling predatory and cunning. Derrick deliberately touched the clitoris, as if accidentally touching it. Judith covered her mouth with the back of her hand, trying not to moan.