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... sliding them along his tongue and pulling them in deep towards his throat.

As the woman lifts her head with surprise, her hair falls back to reveal a velvet blindfold. After a moment’s hesitation, her lips slowly spread into a smile. She drops her head back down and resumes fucking with renewed vigor.

In the meantime, the dinner guests appear to have lost all semblance of interest in food, and groans of lust begin to drift down from above…

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A young woman cranes her neck to look back over shoulder. Her face is round and pale, with slightly almond-shaped eyes and wide, pouting lips. Dark blond hair pours over her back down to the level of her hips. Her frame is small, but her curves generous. Her features sweet, but her expression deadly serious.

She wears a black leather corset that emphasizes the roundedness of her behind, itself bare and gloriously white. Her fingers, clothed in long black gloves, contrast with the alabaster skin as they pull her cheeks as far apart as possible. She is upright on her knees, each one resting on a raised padded bench so that her thighs open wide. Her exposure is made yet more spectacular by the ebony thigh-high boots that, together with the corset, form a frame around her hindquarters.

In the space between the benches kneels a young man. He holds himself stiffly upright with his face buried in her crotch. One of his hands moves over her mound, focusing on the button of flesh hidden within. The other has inserted three ...

... fingers into her recesses, slipping them painstakingly in and out. All the while, his tongue flutters around her nether parts, teasing her lips, sliding around his own fingers, dipping into her other opening.

He seems tense. As if waiting attentively for something - or afraid of doing something wrong. The lump in his pants shows his obvious excitement, but he knows he is not allowed to do anything about it, that his pleasure depends wholly on the lady’s benevolence.

He looks several years younger than she and is dressed in a servant’s livery. With reason: he is her servant. One of many, for she is a wealthy young lady and a member of the highest aristocracy. She is also extremely spoiled - which is how she managed to have this room built for herself. For her pleasure.

She had asked her father for a chapel of her own, as is known to have been done often in the more religious eras of the nobility’s history. He had found the idea odd and definitely outdated but, being wrapped around her little finger as many such fathers are apt to be, he had finally agreed.

The Lady’s Chapel, as it was officially called in the home, was all her own. She alone held the key, and no one else ever set foot there - except certain designated servants. As for its design, the young lady had specified that it was to be as simple as possible with no décor whatsoever.

She herself referred to this private place as her Picture Room. Regularly, she would summon the male servant - or, sometimes, a ...