Aurora's composure was fraying.
The threats kept coming, but they were breathless now, broken by the small, helpless noises she couldn't quite swallow.
"Stop—ah—take it away—you scum, you filthy—don't you dare—"
Lor's breathing roughened.
He gripped his cock tighter, the head of it pressed right against the soaked lace covering her entrance, and stroked himself in short, hard jerks while he kept the contact.
The sight of her—princess of the kingdom, legs forced high and wide, tits heaving, pussy outlined in wet lace and glistening with him—pushed him over.
He came with a low groan.
Thick ropes of cum pulsed out, hot and heavy.
The first streak landed across her lower stomach and the top of her panties.
The second painted a long, white line up between her breasts.
He angled himself higher and let the next pulses splash across her face—over one cheek, the bridge of her nose, a thick strand catching on her lower lip and dripping slowly down her chin.
