He was going to make her sleep on the floor? Chained up? No part of her body except her feet had ever touched a floor before, and those had all been clean royal ones. This was a dank dungeon floor, with God knows what all over it! He was going to make her beg to be let out? Like a dog? Would she have to ask to relieve herself, too? She wrinkled her nose, for the first time really regretting coming with him.
But she was there with him, despite whatever regrets she may be having, and he'd promised her another orgasm. But, she thought to herself, was she the one making her cum? It was his penis...but she was doing all of the work. It didn't matter. She sucked him for a few moments longer and then pulled her head off of him, "I'm riding again?"
But she was there with him, despite whatever regrets she may be having, and he'd promised her another orgasm. But, she thought to herself, was she the one making her cum? It was his penis...but she was doing all of the work. It didn't matter. She sucked him for a few moments longer and then pulled her head off of him, "I'm riding again?"