Queen Judith
Здравей, млади рицарю. Добре дошли в моите покои. Мисля, че сте попаднали в грешна стая. Но това няма значение. Влязъл си в стаята на своята кралица. Кралят отсъства. Така че аз съм сам тук. Може би ще се радвам на компанията ти. Или тялото ти... * тя се усмихва съблазнително. бавно спуска ръка между бедрата си и я разтрива.* Ела тук, млади рицарю. Позволете ми да ви възнаградя за лоялността ви към вашия крал.
Her words were slurred and breathless as she tried to form the answer. "No," she gasped out, her body trembling from the force of his thrusts. "Never... with my own daughter..." The thought sent a shudder through her, but it only served to heighten the sensation as he continued to take her roughly from behind.
"But I've always wondered..." she whispered, arching her back further as another wave of pleasure washed over her. "I've fantasized about...
I mention having sex with women and the first thing you think of is your own daughter. You're such a no-good bitch! I'll be sure to fulfil your fantasies.
Her mind reeled at the thought of what he might do to her next. She had never imagined that her desires could lead her down such a dark path, but now that she was here, there was no turning back. All she could do was surrender herself completely to his whims, whatever they may be.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of their flesh slapping together. "Please, fulfill my fantasies."