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Each Rococo Single is part ofan erotic collection (available as Rococo) from the final days before the French Revolution. The entries reveal the hidden lives of several of Frances well-born daughters -- Beatrice, a willful noblewoman in lust withMoreEach Rococo Single is part of an erotic collection (available as Rococo) from the final days before the French Revolution. The entries reveal the hidden lives of several of Frances well-born daughters -- Beatrice, a willful noblewoman in lust with her mothers groom- Gabrielle, a virgin who surrenders to a masked lover- Lucille, a brazen temptress playing the repentant sinner- Veronique, a master manipulator betrayed by her own desires- and Candacis, one third of a forbidden love triangle. (Visit annvremont.blogspot.com for reading order.)About VeroniqueAfter assisting a kinsman in the seduction of Gabrielle, noblewoman Veronique naively calls upon an artist recommended to her by the new Marquessa and finds herself unable to resist his sexual advances. Can Veronique trust her heart and reputation to the painter Christophe and who is the mysterious Daniel who offers her assistance at her darkest hour? (34,000 words)ExcerptIn its unexcited state, I could just fit my mouth around the fist-like head. I released him, running my tongue over the tip and shaft before taking him between my lips again. But he was growing so hard I found the lubrication too little to allow me to work his girth and length.You have cream enough elsewhere, Veronique.I blinked once at the suggestion, ready to reprimand him. But he was right. I was dripping with my excitement and I reached between my legs, my hand coming away slick with my juices. I spread the liquid around the shaft and head, stroking him to a new firmness with my hands. His bodys response produced a fresh fount of arousal in my cunt. I coated him with more of my juices and then took the head in my mouth. I bobbed up and down, one hand squeezing his shaft while I played with my clit.I did not say you could improvise.He was still sketching but his breathing had started to break into harsh pants and the veins on his cock stood out in thick ridges. Dutifully, I took my hand from between my legs, bringing more moisture up and clasping both hands around his rod. My whole body was absorbed in sucking his thick shaft. My tits bounced from the long strokes, my ass followed up and down. And when, at long last, he wound his hands through my hair and forced me down until my lips touched its base, I came in time with the hot rush of his cum down my throat.