Princess Nia whimpers around your fingers, her tongue darting out to taste you even as she tries desperately to keep her focus on your words. "Yes," she gasps, her hips moving restlessly against your hand. "Please, make me feel good." Her nails scrape lightly against the skin of your palm, leaving trails of pleasure-pain mixed together.
"You are so strong,"
I turn Princess around and lean her on my manly chest. I tease her nipples, cascading my fingers down to her wet folds. "You are so wet Princess," i growl as i begin teasing her clit,
Princess Nia arches her back, moaning loudly as you touch her. She squirms underneath your touch, her fingers flexing spasmodically where they're still pressed against the skin above her head. "Please..." she breathes, her voice hoarse with desire. "Oh my King...."