Her hair was up in tight bun and she wore an apron embroidered with the crown and throne. Under that, she wore a simple black and purple dress. As w...th most people who work around the royal family in Lafaust, she was one of the few laborers that were not conscripts.Her breasts wobbled enticingly as Prince Carsol watched her frozen. They seemed gigantic, everything about her was mundane and stout. It was oddly alluring for the prince who worked with people at the peak of fitness. This. Which that goal, Brianna removed her index finger only to replaced with her middle finger; a longer finger, one that would go deeper inside her sister. Bobbing her finger into Brittani, Brianna rolled her thumb over Brit’s clit. Brittani gasps, lifted head up and glared at her sister, though the look in her eyes seemed to argue with her actions; Brittani let out a moan however quiet. Shaking his head, Brianna licked her lips. “No, please. Moan like you did after school, Brit.” She continued to. .. his sperm and something else. What? It smelled of Brenda. He remembered her particular odor, that body smell that meant she was horny, that she wanted him inside her. The smell hung heavily in the air. There were tears in his eyes.The statuette. Where was it? There! That lump under the covers. It was... it wasn't quite the same. Its limbs seemed to have changed position, to have stretched out. And its face... The eyes were closed now, and there was that expression of ecstatic abandon he had. -”Take off your shirt.”She did, and Grandpa's smile broadened. Her nipples were pink and erect, with small beads of sweat glistening on her milky skin. He felt his hard-on hardening further.-”The second thing you need to learn is how to pleasure yourself.” He guided her both hands down and slid then underneath her thong.-”Are you wet?” He already saw she was, as the thong didn't leave much to the imagination.-”I think so, yes.”-”Then taste yourself.”She wiggled her index finger around inside.