A puddle of wetness was forming on Beau’s rock-hard chest, and it took her several moments to realize that it was from her tongue lolling hopelessly between her parted lips, causing her to drool profusely. Noémie heard herself whimper in disappointment. She was sure he saw her eyeing his cock longingly. The supple, young queen clenched at the bedspread and thanked her judgment call sending the rest of the staff away for the evening. She felt a hand spank sideways off of her jiggling rump and send a trembling cascade of phat-assed ripples across her tender flesh. In solidarity with the proposition of his partner, Gael sat back with his tree trunks crossed over his comparably thick chest. This was, naturally, a manicured part of the image of being in the ruling succession plan for the kingdom she now presided over. The only sensation Noémie was aware of was the twin pair of throbbing fucksticks simultaneously hitting every possible pleasure point in Noémie’s pussy. “Y– yes,” was all that Noémie managed to groan with more moan in
