Lying on his back, Lord Gryeishann was folded in half, his ankles bound behind his head by a red cord that had intricate, tiny golden designs that glowed subtly.

The princess was squatting over him, her fingers pinning his arms, making them sink into the bed while she moved rhythmically, taking him deeply again and again.

"Ah~ Haah~ Hagh~ I love this... Hngh~! ...fat cock~"

"Oh sweet demon gods in hell~ Fuck~! Oh fuck, so good~ Aah... Yeah, so yum. Auh, uch a yummy cock~!"

Her energetic actions made her boobies sway like paid actors. Quite a delectable sight.

"Hngh, yeah~ Aggh, I love this! Ah, I so love this...