velveteen
sex ducts as her naked body shook violently with the incredible
shockwaves of orgasm.
"Christ,
you've got a beautiful arse!" Mike gasped, ramming his swollen
glans deep into her sperm-drenched rectal tube, his belly slapping
her tensed buttocks. "I'm going to miss fucking you!"
"And I'm going
to miss you - all of you!" Elizabeth breathed as she slipped Paul's
spent knob out of her jismed mouth.
"What a
beautiful cunt!" Dave rejoined, jetting the last of his spunk over
her hot cervix as he propelled his knob deep into her vaginal
sheath. "A right royal fuck!"
Collapsing in
a heap of trembling limbs, gasping, wet with the sweat of debased
sex, they lay resting in the aftermath of their shuddering orgasms.
Her lust holes lovingly gripping the flaccid penises, the princess
rhythmically tightened and relaxed her pelvic muscles, squeezing
the remnants of sperm from the men's cocks. Holding her hips, Mike
pressed his belly to her rounded buttocks, his knob absorbing the
inner heat of her fiery core as his penis deflated.
She'd been
well and truly fucked, he mused as he slowly slid his glistening
shaft out of her sperm-wet arsehole. Now she could return to her
own country a fully-experienced woman. But there was one more
experience she ought to enjoy, he decided, focusing on the cat of
nine tails standing ominously in the corner of the room.
"Elizabeth,"
he whispered as he climbed to his feet. "Elizabeth, stand up."
"What is it?"
she asked wearily as she raised her hips, slipping Dave's dripping
penis from her burning cunt.
"Stand up,"
Mike repeated, taking the royal arm and yanking her up
unceremoniously.
Positioning
Elizabeth before the frame, he gently but firmly bent her over the
padded bar, his cock stiffening again as he gazed at the sperm
oozing from her inflamed sex holes, dripping on the carpet between
her feet. Taking a length of rope, he quickly lashed her wrists to
her lower legs before she realized what he was up to. Stroking the
unblemished taut skin covering her firm buttocks, he grinned at
Dave and Paul as they clambered to their feet.
"What are you
doing?" Elizabeth asked in her sexual haze, trying to free her
hands as Mike grabbed the whip.
"I'm going to
give you something to ensure that you never forget your stay in
England," he smiled, raising the leather tails above his head.
"Look upon this as a souvenir from Stokepot Towers."
"A souvenir?
What am I going to take home with me?"
"Weals!" Mike
chuckled. "Dozens of weals across your beautiful royal
buttocks!"
Bringing the
tails down as Paul and Dave looked on with glee, Mike lashed the
princess's majestic bottom-orbs. Crying out, begging for mercy as
sperm jetted from her tightening lust ducts, she was powerless to
halt the gruelling thrashing. The tails cracking across her
buttocks again and again, her body jolting, her pleas went unheard
as Paul and Dave sat on the floor and painfully squeezed and
twisted her erect nipples.
"Please,
stop!" she gasped as the tails cracked loudly across her burning
flesh again. "Please, please stop!"
"This is your
souvenir!" Mike laughed, bringing the whip down relentlessly.
"No, please! I
can't stand it!"
"Of course you
can! You'll soon come to love it!"
Twisting and
pulling on the princess's sore nipples, Paul and Dave reached
between her splayed thighs, each driving two fingers into her
drenched pussy sheath. Crudely giving her highness a double
finger-fucking, stretching her love hole wide open, they tugged
harder on her distended milk teats, pulling her painfully abused
breasts into taut cones of flesh as she cried out in her sexual
pain and pleasure.
"Oh, one's
arriving! One's arriving!" she wailed as the leather tails struck
her crimson, weal-lined bottom cheeks. Her naked body shaking, she
gasped as her orgasm welled from the depths of her pelvis and
exploded within her throbbing clitoris. Her cunt gripping the men's
thrusting fingers, her bottom hole oozing with sperm, she rolled
her eyes as
sex ducts as her naked body shook violently with the incredible
shockwaves of orgasm.
"Christ,
you've got a beautiful arse!" Mike gasped, ramming his swollen
glans deep into her sperm-drenched rectal tube, his belly slapping
her tensed buttocks. "I'm going to miss fucking you!"
"And I'm going
to miss you - all of you!" Elizabeth breathed as she slipped Paul's
spent knob out of her jismed mouth.
"What a
beautiful cunt!" Dave rejoined, jetting the last of his spunk over
her hot cervix as he propelled his knob deep into her vaginal
sheath. "A right royal fuck!"
Collapsing in
a heap of trembling limbs, gasping, wet with the sweat of debased
sex, they lay resting in the aftermath of their shuddering orgasms.
Her lust holes lovingly gripping the flaccid penises, the princess
rhythmically tightened and relaxed her pelvic muscles, squeezing
the remnants of sperm from the men's cocks. Holding her hips, Mike
pressed his belly to her rounded buttocks, his knob absorbing the
inner heat of her fiery core as his penis deflated.
She'd been
well and truly fucked, he mused as he slowly slid his glistening
shaft out of her sperm-wet arsehole. Now she could return to her
own country a fully-experienced woman. But there was one more
experience she ought to enjoy, he decided, focusing on the cat of
nine tails standing ominously in the corner of the room.
"Elizabeth,"
he whispered as he climbed to his feet. "Elizabeth, stand up."
"What is it?"
she asked wearily as she raised her hips, slipping Dave's dripping
penis from her burning cunt.
"Stand up,"
Mike repeated, taking the royal arm and yanking her up
unceremoniously.
Positioning
Elizabeth before the frame, he gently but firmly bent her over the
padded bar, his cock stiffening again as he gazed at the sperm
oozing from her inflamed sex holes, dripping on the carpet between
her feet. Taking a length of rope, he quickly lashed her wrists to
her lower legs before she realized what he was up to. Stroking the
unblemished taut skin covering her firm buttocks, he grinned at
Dave and Paul as they clambered to their feet.
"What are you
doing?" Elizabeth asked in her sexual haze, trying to free her
hands as Mike grabbed the whip.
"I'm going to
give you something to ensure that you never forget your stay in
England," he smiled, raising the leather tails above his head.
"Look upon this as a souvenir from Stokepot Towers."
"A souvenir?
What am I going to take home with me?"
"Weals!" Mike
chuckled. "Dozens of weals across your beautiful royal
buttocks!"
Bringing the
tails down as Paul and Dave looked on with glee, Mike lashed the
princess's majestic bottom-orbs. Crying out, begging for mercy as
sperm jetted from her tightening lust ducts, she was powerless to
halt the gruelling thrashing. The tails cracking across her
buttocks again and again, her body jolting, her pleas went unheard
as Paul and Dave sat on the floor and painfully squeezed and
twisted her erect nipples.
"Please,
stop!" she gasped as the tails cracked loudly across her burning
flesh again. "Please, please stop!"
"This is your
souvenir!" Mike laughed, bringing the whip down relentlessly.
"No, please! I
can't stand it!"
"Of course you
can! You'll soon come to love it!"
Twisting and
pulling on the princess's sore nipples, Paul and Dave reached
between her splayed thighs, each driving two fingers into her
drenched pussy sheath. Crudely giving her highness a double
finger-fucking, stretching her love hole wide open, they tugged
harder on her distended milk teats, pulling her painfully abused
breasts into taut cones of flesh as she cried out in her sexual
pain and pleasure.
"Oh, one's
arriving! One's arriving!" she wailed as the leather tails struck
her crimson, weal-lined bottom cheeks. Her naked body shaking, she
gasped as her orgasm welled from the depths of her pelvis and
exploded within her throbbing clitoris. Her cunt gripping the men's
thrusting fingers, her bottom hole oozing with sperm, she rolled
her eyes as
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