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JESSIMA
“Let us bring forth a baby boy!” he hollered when he realised he was semi-hard. She hitched up her nightdress and straddled his bulk with her doll-like frame, moving back and forth.
He closed his wrinkled eyes and concentrated, clutching a handful of her knee-length blond hair. She stared at the stain on the velvet wall hanging, wondered for the umpteenth time how it had come to be there, and shook out her achy wrist, tired from an eternity of rubbing his limp manhood. Seconds later he cried “Jayne!” and spent his seed in her. Just as quickly, he fell fast asleep. Snoring louder than a hunting horn. Honk, honk, honk.
“My name is Jessima,” she murmured at her husband Hugo, the King of Fertilian. She felt suffocated in the airless room, crushed by the weight of his beloved s
