She could disarm a warfront with her diplomacy. In reply, the queen reached up and wrapped her own dainty set of digits around the knobbled sausage-thick fingers comforting her. To Noémie, there was something different about the way he spoke, but it was subtle. “As you wish, my liege,” intoned the dulcet voice from Gael. “Come, Gael, Beau, we are leaving. Three glasses were clinked, then three glasses were downed. At once, they rose to their feet. Noémie’s practiced decorum somewhat faltered as a result. Those within earshot of what her majesty had to say in that moment would feel comforted by her resolve. “Mon dieu, fill me up, garçons,” bemoaned Noémie out into the eclipse of her world-rocking orgasm. She wasn’t sure if it was the introduction of a new method to double-stuffing her holes, or the ecstasy of feeling both rods syncopate thrusting on either side of the thin wall between each opening, but she was almost immediately sent over the edge.
