Servants scattered like leaves in wind—one dropped a vase, shards tinkling sharp. Whispers flew.
"The Duchess... with sir Aiden? And the lady?" The hall buzzed, but Sabrina didn't care.
Her pussy ached, soaked from the kiss alone—clit throbbing, thighs slick under her gown. She ground against Aiden's thigh subtle, chasing friction.
"Aiden, before you go to your nuns.... I want your mouth first... lapping me until I cum on your tongue...."
Footsteps echoed from the upper hall—heavy, purposeful.
The doors at the far end swung open. Catherine stormed in, her golden hair loose and wild, blue eyes flashing like summer lightning.
She wore a simple day gown of deep blue silk, but it clung to her curves like a second skin—full breasts straining the fabric, hips swaying with divine grace turned furious.
"What in the hell is this?" Her voice cut the room like a whip, servants freezing mid-escape.
