The entire room reeked of the smell of cum accompanied by Asher's ragged breaths, Mr. Irvines's pitiful whimpers, and the shameless, trembling moans spilling from Janet, the King of Zephandria.
And this was only the beginning.
Even after splattering her mouth and tits with his load, Asher's cock was still rock hard, its veins bulging as if it was ready to tear the King apart. Janet, meanwhile, was drenched far wetter than she'd ever been in her life. Her pussy throbbed desperately, aching for the thick cock that had already ruined her composure.
Asher began kissing up her calves and gently moved her legs a little more wider to smell her wonderful pussy aroma coming through her cotton panties. He moved to her
thighs, and caressed her panties a bit longer.
"F-Fuck…" Janet bit her lip hard, her voice shaky. "Why… why does this feel so good?"
