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“If you don’t mind terribly, I’ll give my wife release before she goes back to work,” said Bonnie.

Lord Edward hummed his assent without withdrawing from Molly’s tit. Soon, her breeches were down about her knees and Bonnie was positioned behind her.

“We’ll have to be quick about it,” said Molly.

“Ready, my love?” Bonnie asked.

She nodded, bracing one arm on the chaise and the other on her breast to keep it in Lord Edward’s mouth despite Bonnie’s incoming thrusts. He slid in, her vagina slick from anticipating their afternoon coupling.

“Do you need to come, Lord Edward?” asked Molly.

“I should refrain,” he said regretfully. “I have a stud appointment tonight and should ensure that my seed remains as potent as possible for the breeding.”

“Feel free to touch Molly,” offered Bonnie while thrusting. “I bet her clitoris would jump if you petted it.”

Lord Edward easily found her core and began stroking Molly’s engorged bud.

“Thank you, Lord Edward,” she said softly.

“I’m happy to be of service, my lady,” he replied, taking her nipple back into his mouth.

“Oh she’s gripping hard, keep doing that,” Bonnie encouraged, picking up speed.

Lord Edward ran his teeth up her nipple while lightly pinching her clitoris between his fingers. Molly climaxed abruptly and drove her tit into his mouth while receiving Bonnie’s thrusts that allowed him to empty his balls deep in her cunt.

***

The men left Molly reclining on the chaise to collect herself before seeing to the afternoon fittings.

“It’s good to see a woman bloom due to love,” said Lord Edward, using a handkerchief to wipe drops of milk from his mouth.

“And I do so love to see her bloom,” Bonnie agreed, his thoughts turning to their many erotic exploits together.

“Last year, she was just Molly Trenchard,” said Lord Edward. “Now she’s titled and a mother.”

“Ahh, but she always had a title,” Bonnie countered with pride. “The one she made herself: the Buckskin Breechess.”

THE END