The princess's head now rested on a plush pillow, fingers on her boobs, tweaking her nipples as her friend had instructed not moments ago.

Her buttocks, however, were elevated. Her thighs draped over Gryeishann's shoulders, knees arched and ankles crossed.

The latter's arms were raised, elbows arched, palms on her inner thighs.

“Princess, it’s so beautiful.” he couldn't help but confess as he stared at the treasure between her thighs.

“Hngh... Of course. Otherwise, my royal blood would be wasted,” she replied in a sultry tone.

Her spent shaft was resting against her belly. And her blushing pussy looked ready to be 'worshipped'.

“I can’t believe I’ll be your first.”...