While it was a bit sad for me, knowing I wouldn’t be back in the same regards it was really nice being recognized by some of the Master and Mistress...�� guests. I was much less fucked up at this one so I’m able to recall a lot more. And more than anything I remember being soooo full of cum again. It was running down my legs, clumping and gooeing allover my face, chest and stomach. I’d open my ass slightly and it would just dump out with that nasty wet farting noise. The next day it was STILL. Now her plan had been put into action there was no way on earth that Arielle would ever reach the city of Corinnia. Lady Miranda was not about to let the King marry that commoner. Oh no, her own niece, Imogen, was the rightful bride and Queen to be. Once Arielle was declared lost at sea, Imogen would be there to provide consolation for the broken hearted King. Through Imogen, Miranda would then have a way of controlling the King. Like most men he was easily manipulated with the right feminine. I leaned into him, smelling the scent of his aftershave and feeling the warmth of his chest as I whispered into his ear. “I’m allowed to be very bad. In fact, that’s actually part of his fantasy.” “Oh yeah? Your boyfriend fantasizes about you being a little slut, does he?” I could feel the sudden shift in energy as he picked up on an obvious opportunity. “Very slutty,” I said, thinking back to all my kinky conversations with Matt and all the hot sordid sex that always followed. I began to. My own lips open like a butterfly, my clit rubbed on her firm skin, moist from my mouth and, now, my cunt. We exchanged no words then. Her eyes were locked on mine, her hands, palms down, on my breasts. My nipples were achingly hard. Her nails grazed the sensitive flesh of the curve of my lower breasts.She read me like a book. As my orgasm began, she pressed her thigh upwards and pulled me to her mouth.Before our lips met, she said, “It’ll be like you are cumming in my mouth.” As our mouths.