Arabella opened her eyes to a cold splash of sweet and sour liquid hitting her right in the face, that was immediately followed by a harsh slap which thankfully, did not graze her ears.
"Who gave the whore permission to nap?" Zarah practically growled, tightening her grip around the young woman's hair to force her head still, "Assume the idle position again! You were given simple directives and yet you can't follow even that!"
The tearing and stretching sensation between her legs did not subside as they remained spread, giving the cock they made her straddle full access to her inflamed hole.
Arabella, still dazed, did not hesitate and while the General maintained her over him by the waist so that he could fuck to his heart's desire, she sent her arms back again, only to grab her own elbows behind her back.
