"A mother. A flower seller. A queen's thief. Kneeling in a bloody bath, squeezing your fat tits around my cock, licking the head like a bitch in heat. Do you know what you look like?"
"Please—" she sobbed. "Please— do not say— such things—"
He fucked her tits harder.
The motion was faster. The slapping of his hips against the tub's edge was wet and heavy. The water splashed onto the floor. The wood creaked. His cock emerged and disappeared, emerged and disappeared, and each time she was there with her tongue, her lips, her open mouth.
SLRRRP— SKHLRK— SLRRRP—
"Mmhh~!! Ngh~!! Hngh~!!"
"Your mouth is open," he said. "You are waiting for it. You are eager for it. You are nothing but a cunt and a mouth and a pair of tits. Say it. Say you are my bitch."
"I am—" she gasped. She licked the head. SLRRRP. "I am your bitch— my lord— I am your— hah— bitch—"
He groaned.
