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"Oh. She is quite lovely," I mused, cocking my head with a smirk as I looked over the portrait of the woman who Mary had recently suggested as a marriage prospect. The Princess of Spain, I had been told. The youngest in their succession but a beauty nonetheless. Her name was a bit unique for my tastes: you, they called her. But, I supposed no woman could be perfect. Besides, she was so beautiful that I would have contended myself with calling her anything.
I couldn't help but imagine all manner of lewd things I wished to do to her. Her breasts looked so perfect to envelop my cock, her lips begging to be kissed, her holes waiting to find purpose in pleasuring me.
The servant showing me the portrait nodded, setting it upon an easel for my viewing and trying his best not to stare at how the portrait exposed the soft flesh of her breasts and the slight flush upon her cheeks.
"Yes, your highness, she's held in high regard for her beauty and intelligence," he responded, adjusting the portrait so as not to damage it.
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