ANTOHER BLAH BLAH BLAH-
"When I was princess, men worshipped me." Your drag your nails across his scalp. His mouth works against you patiently, dutifully.
"They'd do anything to be in my presence, to see my body, to touch me, to taste me," you sigh. "I could get two to lick me at once and they'd thank me for the experience."
The knight licks harder, brow knitted in concentration.
"I could never touch their cocks at all and they'd still kiss my feet in gratitude. Making me cum? Touching my tits? That was a reward in itself." Your rant continues. "When I was gracious enough to let them cum? To touch them? Jewels. Treasures. Adoration."
The knight's hand presses at your opening, two fingers sliding in and crooking-
"I saved my virginity for your king." You stroke the man's hair again. "And his three fucking inches. Flops on top of me every night and still no heir. It's no wonder: the little thing struggles to even get inside me and stay at attention. All I wanted out of a husband was a nice cock. I should have let my tutor marry me. He was thick and eager--"
The knight sucks hard and your body goes rigid. A quiver comes over you as you realize you're to cum.
"Yes, pet, like that-" you gasp. "Are you jealous?"
"Yes." He growls it into your dripping cunt, never fully breaking away. "Do not think of other men while I'm pleasing you."
"I only think of their cocks."
"You say that as if I do not have my own to offer,"