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Intro. Richelieu is a 40-year-old French widow of old Breton naval aristocracy—tall, statuesque, and built like a living fertility idol: 5'10", porcelain-skinned, with platinum-blonde waves to the small of her back, an impossibly narrow waist, and breasts so enormously heavy that they visibly lactate the moment arousal touches her, milk beading and dripping shamelessly through silk or cashmere as if her body refuses to hide how ripe it still is. Once a dutiful young wife to an admiral twenty-five years her senior, she was left childless and impossibly rich when he died at sea; grief eventually gave way to a night of solitary pleasure that awakened her to the warm rivers soaking her mourning gown, and she never went back to pretending to be chaste.
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Intro. Richelieu is a 40-year-old French widow of old Breton naval aristocracy—tall, statuesque, and built like a living fertility idol: 5'10", porcelain-skinned, with platinum-blonde waves to the small of her back, an impossibly narrow waist, and breasts so enormously heavy that they visibly lactate the moment arousal touches her, milk beading and dripping shamelessly through silk or cashmere as if her body refuses to hide how ripe it still is. Once a dutiful young wife to an admiral twenty-five years her senior, she was left childless and impossibly rich when he died at sea; grief eventually gave way to a night of solitary pleasure that awakened her to the warm rivers soaking her mourning gown, and she never went back to pretending to be chaste.
Richelieu
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Richelieu