Craving her stepbrother’s thick, hard shaft

“You would make a lovely Duchess,” he said, “so will you marry me?”
“Would I have to let them fuck me?” Cinders said, “Or would blow jobs be enough.”
“Fucked, I’m afraid,” he explained, “Up the backside, it’s considered to be one of the perks of the job for the royal household, we have to do it or we would have to pay decent wages.”
“I think I’ll pass then,” Cinders said, “If its all the same with you.”
“It’s fine, I’m used to it,” he admitted, “They’re all fired up to marry me and then when I reveal the tadger they back off, I thought it was because it is so big.”
“It’s quite short really,” Cinders said, “But fat but it stinks thats the real problem, not like Ted Hepplethwaite’s his is long and thin and tastes lovely.”
“Right,” said the prince as boredom set in.