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She smiled brightly to me, and after I scanned the room for anyone else, I smiled back. “What do you think of this dress?” she asked, twirling extravagantly in front of me. “It looks perfect, of course, Your Grace,” I smiled politely, “if cumshot you’re intention is to be with child before the night is out.” “Maybe that is japanese my intention,” Lucilla smirked, extending a perfectly formed leg from the slit cut alongside her dress, and raising an eyebrow, “though, I must be terribly bad at it, because no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get pregnant.” “Your chastity is holy, Your Grace,” I replied, “it is good to hear that my teachings have not fallen on deaf ears.” “No one’s listening, Julia,” Lucilla said with a wry smile, “you can cut the shit.” “Well then, Lucilla,” I said, allowing my smile to grow wicked, and dropping the formality of her title, “I’d say that your fertility problem lies in a lack of biological understanding.” “And why’s that?” Lucilla asked. “One cannot conceive a child from her anus.” I grinned. 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