My Husband is a King
The Beetle's Seduction
"Eemm ... emmmh ...," the princess groaned.
The prince deliberately pointed his hand in the direction that was, then in one movement.
"Brah!" The princess screamed again until her lips were closed tightly.
Without a doubt, the prince did not want to waste the opportunity. He poked his tongue to meet the princess's. But the princess's hand hit the chest of Prince Arshlan firmly.
"Eeemmh .. aaemmh ...." The grunts of the two were heard. Although the princess seemed to refuse, but half of her part enjoyed this intoxicating game.
Although there was the hand of the princess blocking, but it did not recede for the prince to hold and squeeze the chunk again. "Prince .. emmh," quipped the princess who felt hers being squeezed so strongly from outside her dress.
This time the prince was even more aggressive, he made absolutely no room for the princess to let out other than her moans of pleasure.
"Enmmmh ...." Their tongues are intertwined. It was hard for Prince Arshlan to get this chance. Therefore, he made the best use of it and cradled the tongue of princess Estelle with intoxicating touches.
A crack full of saliva drenched each other's lips. The refreshing aroma of mint and vanilla is gulped in the dampness of pleasure that is being sought by each.
Along with the suction between the two tongues and the lips that were fused, there were also the squeezes that increasingly invited fire between the two.
"Enmmmh ...." The princess moaned, when the object sticking out behind the evening dress was touched by the prince with a sensual gesture.
As if a butterfly were tickling, the hand was trying to infiltrate in search of the sweet nectar. Gently clothed him with a pistil full of honey.
The beetle also ventured to suck honey after he tried to remove the crown of the flower.
The sweetness is so memorable, the beauty is so imagined, the pleasure is so felt on the threshold of consciousness. It almost withered the flower in a woo.
However, wet the beetle sweat, also wet the flower watering eyes.
Prince Arshlan let go of his ci*um, he ended the activities that tickled romance with warm embrace. He fused their foreheads together, then clearly the prince could see a puddle of water in the princess's eyes.
The big hand moved from his position. The prominent fingers were clearly heading towards the princess' cheeks. Wiping it away with gentleness, trying to throw away the traces of sadness left behind and caused by it.
Isakan the princess began to sound, the circle that had only stagnated now began to drip. Not only the cheeks, the hands of Prince Arshlan also wetted.
"Are you sad?"
The princess remained silent and did not answer.
"Sorry" said the prince sincerely. "But .. lf you know, I'd be sad if you said you didn't love me like that."
Princess Estelle looked up, looked at the prince's bead and searched for a point of lies.
Prince Arshlan returned the gaze of princess Estelle. He could see the thick enough liquid become a mist for the princess's view. Those blackish eyeballs were swaying to reflect the shadow of him. "I ... tinker- .. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
The prince let go of his embrace to the princess.
"Go back to your room, let the waiter make potions for me. It's late, come back!"
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