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He chuckled. “You always accuse me of that, but it’s not my fault you are obsessed with me.”
Mary snarled at him.
It was too adorable, and he rewarded her with a bite on one pouting nipple.
A cry escaped her.
Max, the guy in charge of lighting, asked, “Did you guys hear that?”
The question had Mary jerking in alarm.
Rathe withdrew his cock out of her until only its tip was nudging against her entrance. “Well, little pearl?” He moved his hips as he waited for her answer, tormenting her by having his cock nudge against her clitoris but never quite hard enough to make her lose her mind.
Mary’s fingers dug into his shoulders. She tried to control herself, but it was impossible.
He repeated his question. “Quiet or not quiet?”
She choked out, “Noisy.”
His blue eyes glittered. “As you wish, my duchess.”
And then he was pounding so hard into her, making her cry out in shock and fumble for something to hold on to.
She felt Rathe angling her hips to receive him better, and when he shoved his thick, huge cock back into her, he wrecked her world apart.
This time each powerful thrust had his body weighing down on her clitoris.
This time, she screamed.
Outside the fitting room, Mary dimly heard the sound of footsteps running towards them.
“Are you all right, Your Grace?” That sounded like the head cameraman, Joey.
“E-everything’s f-fine.” She gazed at the duke pleadingly.Help me keep quiet.
But the noble arsehole only smirked, and his next thrusts were evenrougherandharderthan the last.
“We heard you scream.” It was Tony, the one in charge of sounds.
“I...ah...got...surprised? The bikini...a-actually...doesn’t fit?”
God, that was so lame.
But it was all she could manage, her eyes starting to roll back at the way the duke was fucking her.
“So you’re just fitting, right now?” Joey asked.
“Ah...” Oh God, oh God, she was starting to come.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees.Iiiiiiiiiiiiit. Fiiiiiiiiiiiiits.”
Rathe’s eyes widened.
Oh, God, had that come from her?
But Mary couldn’t be bothered to think about it, Rathe’s cock filling her with cum only serving to prolong her orgasm.
Outside, she heard Max clear his throat. “We want to believe you, Duchess, but...I guess you forgot you’re, err, gripping the door on the top?”
Joey added, “We can also only see the duke’s feet below the door.”
“Just an odd position to fit a bikini, Your Grace,” Tony ended.
Inside the fitting room, the duke’s low laugh couldn’t quite drown the sound of his duchess’ mortified gasp.
The End
