386: Ass to Mouth (18++)
“Ahhhh, what a tight ass you have, Angela!” the king praised his maid’s stuffed butt as he came deep inside. “Sometimes not even the vibrating insides of a big-ass slut can beat the tightness of a petite, pussy-eating maid!!”
Angela could not even moan properly through her own orgasm because of Anastasia’s selfish actions. Locked in place, face between her friend’s legs, tongue deep in the admittedly sweet pussy, Angela moaned muffled sounds, providing additional warm stimulation to Anastasia’s pussy lips, while the growing tongue brought Anastasia closer to orgasm.
“GMHF!?!?” tears formed at the corners of Angela’s eyes when she felt her King invade her deeper. She was not even allowed to come down from the climax she was still in the middle of! Instead, she felt her bowels getting filled further, and further. A strange hot stuffiness that reached her stomach and showed no sign of stopping. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was limiting, as Angela’s lost control of her body that contorted and molded to this unnatural, but inevitable invasion.
There was one thing that helped Angela deal with the particularly tough thrusts into her body by her King’s gargantuan thing: Anastasia’s pussy juices. Angela gobbled up the sweet, energizing love that Anastasia secreted as if it transformed into lubricant for her King’s cock to use.
The more of her friend’s juices she gobbled, the better Angela felt. She wanted them all. She needed them all. She reached deeper and deeper into Anastasia with her tongue. ‘G-spots’? ‘Gentle stimulation’? Who cared about that? She wanted every drop Anastasia had. The selfish bitch of a maid held her juices back! Angela knew it!
Anastasia always mistreated her. Not that Anastasia got along with anyone particularly well. Thinking she’s above all the other maids. Some of her nastier traits she shared with the princesses. But The Queen paid no mind to the servants’ inner squabbles.
But Angela couldn’t help but feel that Anastasia’s attitude toward her was particularly venomous. Which made their love-hate ‘love making’ all the more toxic. Angela had no doubt that even now Anastasia held back what Angela wanted. What Angela needed. Why wouldn’t she hold back? Do selfish bitches just hand out their pussy juices left and right? No! Of course not! They’re selfish, remember? And they’re bitches too! So, what choice Angela has? Only one! To take what she needs! And she needs every single drop of liquid Anastasia’s love-hole is capable of producing. And she needs it now! Even if she has to collect it directly from Anastasia’s womb!
Why would Anastasia hide her pussy juices in her womb? Probably because she’s a selfish bitch! It certainly is a reasonably secure vault to store treasures in. It is a treasure in its own right after all. Men all over the world covet to get even the tiniest piece of themselves inside it. A secure vault that does not just accept unworthy infertile garbage inside it. However, Angela was not infertile! Nor was she garbage! Angela pushed her tongue deeper and deeper up Anastasia’s vagina until she just barely reached the outer edges of Anastasia’s cervix with the very tip of her tongue.
“AHN!?” Anastasia cried out in surprise when she felt a sensation she hadn’t felt since her time with a certain maid, confirming Angela’s assumption that she reached Anastasia’s ‘vault’.
Angela kept licking up every inch of Anastasia’s pussy, curling up her tongue and slurping up all the juices Anastasia secreted while trying to slither into the ‘vault’ that held the goods that had been unjustly kept from Angela.
“Mmmfgljf!?” Angela suddenly chocked on something soft yet hard pushing up her throat.
All of the focus on Anastasia’s goods kept Angela’s mind from what her body had been going through and, before she knew it, her King was already up her throat, pushing further still.
“Yessss!” Selirius groaned as he thrust his hips, fucking his maid’s entire body all the way to her throat. “What a good little malleable body I’ve raised!”
Selirius kept thrusting, kept pushing. He wasn’t satisfied with just fucking Angela. A conqueror is satisfied with conquered territory for only so long. And with new, fresh fields to plow, it is only a matter of time before he moves his force further.
“GBLHRHRHRR~~~” Angela choaked, gurgled, and burbled drool and saliva through the corners of her mouth as her King’s cock pushed up her throat and through her mouth toward the wet pussy she so diligently warmed up with her six-inch tongue.