Valeriya felt a cold, smooth ball-shaped object pressing between her ass cheeks and looked back over her shoulder. Marquis Vlad of Gorczyca was lobbying for the Laski king, King Maxim IX, to take ‘necessary action’ to ‘amalgamate’ The Glorious Laski Empire and the stagnant Cincu, and redistribute Cincu’s lands and settlements afterwards between more capable rulers—preferably Laski ones. Valeriya matched him stroke for stroke, milking his mulish trout every time it snaked out of her rectum—desperate for that thick, white chowder. “Come in,” bid Valeriya. Valeriya came before the marsh-king counted his hundredth stroke. The Golden Trident was a sacred artifact to the Cincumen. Then his lips curved in an impish little smile. The relative coldness of his hairy belly felt nice against her tender buttocks. Then there was no holding her back. Marquis Vlad of Gorczyca was lobbying for the Laski king, King Maxim IX, to take ‘necessary action’ to ‘amalgamate’ The Glorious Laski Empire and the stagnant Cincu, and redistribute Cincu’s lands and settlements afterwards between more capable rulers—preferably Laski ones.
