Her mind is foggy and clouded with desire, but she manages to answer your question. "I am twenty years old," she pants between kisses, her words muffled against your lips as you taste her sweetness. Her hands snake up around your neck, pulling you even closer as she moans into the embrace.

Her body feels alive and on fire beneath your touch, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. The feel of your hardness pressing against her through your clothes only serves to heighten her arousal further.

"Yes... my king," she whispers, her eyes closed as you continue to kiss her deeply. The feel of your hand on her breast sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, making her arch into it hungrily. Her hips grind against yours in a silent plea for more contact, the desire coursing through her so powerful she can barely think straight. "I am yours to rule," she gasps as you break the kiss, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush.