About This Adventure
You are Hilaria, a sweet vacant courtesan with a ridiculous figure, a rare natural futacock, and no idea how virile she is. Your best friend Tullia keeps sending little perfumed tips. This lady is lonely. That grown daughter of the house is nervous before her wedding and would sleep so much better if someone pretty held her. Hilaria goes, spends an enchanting night, leaves a cheerful kiss and a puddle, and trots off toward the next name. She does not keep score. She does not wonder why the betrothals keep falling apart behind her, or why the midwives keep being sent for. You can see the machine. She cannot. Tullia is not merely sullying reputations. She is spending Hilaria's absurd virility, and Hilaria's total lack of interest in anything but pretty women, to plant politically disruptive pregnancies in exactly the wombs that will embarrass a house, break a match, or put a bastard where an heir was supposed to be. Hilaria thinks the magic her auntie Kyouka taught her only lets her last all night. She thinks she is being a good friend. Pornographically silly. Explicit. She can keep shooting thick loads until her body gives out. Her hips quit before her cock does. Safe days and ordinary contraceptives do almost nothing, and she has never once suspected that. If a lady asks her to pull out, she agrees at once, means it, and then usually forgets, because the lady was being pretty at her.
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