“Oh, God. Get me out of this putain de corset,” pleaded the disrobing Noémie upon arriving in her quarters with a sticky coating of French epithe... dribbling off of her words moments after arriving in her bed chambers. After spilling out of the manpowered sedan, she dispensed of her shoes and pulled her dress down from around her shoulders. On cue, her escorts sprung into action and, taking either bowed endline knot on the back of her tit-restricting garment, pulled the lacing away. Noémie. You comment on how absolutely drenched I am as you, at last!!, push your fingers into my puss. I catch my breath with pleasure! I am so overcome with desire and excitement that I almost don't know what to do next!! You ask me to lay on my back and you climb over me so that your rod is in my face and you are able to lick my juices. You flick my clit with your warm tongue while I suck on your solid cock. We are both moaning and breathing rapidly. Your tongue is driving me wild. Just as. This year saw no choice in the selection of People's queen. Princess had to prove her devotion to the faith of her people by becoming what they revered most. Next year she would be nothing but an observer to this ritual, watching a girl from the village blush and fall into the arms of the winning male. The men fought fiercely for the honor of being People's King, but the women were chosen by a ritual that was seemingly random. "Your love?" Princess asked. "A girl that you have courted perhaps?". I took a deep breath reading myself to give them the usual talk. "Shut the fuck up will you'll!" I yelled at them inside my head. They lulled down a little, just enough for me to add a quiet I can do this to the end of my pep talk. I didn't need to ask myself why I was feeling all these feelings, I always did no matter what. The question I needed to ask was will this visit from Shan give me any closure. A particular demons voice carried above the lull, "Be careful what you wish for." I feared.