The Duke of Harrington is looking for a nanny

“Is that your typical attire and manner of infant feeding?” “This, Your Highness, is the situation at hand…”

The woman’s lower lip, obscured by the backlighting, exhibited signs of dental trauma, including enamel erosion and the presence of puncture wounds. There was a visible twitch in the facial muscles of Ricardo Harrington, otherwise known as the Sword of the Empire. He was driven to rub his lips against those of the nanny, who was shyly avoiding his gaze. He was unaware of the deep pink areolas on her pure white skin.

He was merely desirous of embracing her ample breasts in order to provide support, yet he was nevertheless driven to act with impetuous disregard towards this innocent woman. With each shift of his gaze, he experienced a desire to spread the obscene legs that were rubbing against her thighs inside her thin one-piece dress and to roughly explore the interior. “Forgive me, Your Highness. Forgive me…” The woman’s voice trembled. Did she also perceive the trembling of the mound between her thighs and the bushes?

“Come here.” Ricardo licked his lips with his tongue, as if he were unable to contain his desire any longer.
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