The Duchess in Ecstasy

The Duchess was as wet as a summer in Manchester and her top secret bits were well and truly exposed. She squalled in jolly murder as Belinda prodded, rubbed and poked her to the islands of the blessed and back. As she finished kissing her hairless bum, Belinda asked the natural question: 'Am I authorised for service then?' And with that, the Duchess collapsed behind the big red Trident button.