Her moans filled the room. They filled the palace. They filled the corridors. They bounced off the tapestries and the walls and the ceiling. They were not the moans of a queen. They were the moans of a woman. A woman whose ass was being fucked. A woman whose body was being used. A woman whose mind had been overwhelmed by pheromones and pleasure and pain and the sheer, overwhelming, undeniable sensation of twelve inches of cock inside her anal.
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAANGHH—!! HNNNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!! HAAAAANGHH—!! NNGHH—!! HIEKKK—!!"
Her thick big ass clapped against his hips. The sound was loud—flesh on flesh, the cheeks rippling with each impact, the flesh jiggling, the muscle beneath yielding. Her anal was stretched around his shaft—the ring pulled taut, the skin white from the tension, the vein on his cock visible through the stretched muscle.
He fucked her.
For an hour.
