For his part, Charles was reasonably certain that Eleanor wouldn't bring the subject up. As far as he could tell, the woman was more than happy to pretend that their dalliance had never happened, and it wasn't in her nature to try and hold that fact over Anne's head.
He could tell that Anne's thoughts were still muddled by the pleasure and the series of orgasms he'd brought her to already, and the thought amused Charles perhaps more than it should have. But then, he doubted that being fucked silly was something she'd much consider a problem. She allowed him to reposition her and then take her again.
His hips slapped loudly against the pert curve of her ass with each thrust. Charles groaned at the hot, wet grip of her pussy around him and then again to join the chorus of noises escaping Anne's lips as he rode her.
"Mmmmm, Your Majesty's cunt is in fine form today," he growled, reaching forward along Anne's body to loop his fingers into her thick black hair. He pulled, arching her back a few degrees as though using his grip like reins on a willful horse.
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He could tell that Anne's thoughts were still muddled by the pleasure and the series of orgasms he'd brought her to already, and the thought amused Charles perhaps more than it should have. But then, he doubted that being fucked silly was something she'd much consider a problem. She allowed him to reposition her and then take her again.
His hips slapped loudly against the pert curve of her ass with each thrust. Charles groaned at the hot, wet grip of her pussy around him and then again to join the chorus of noises escaping Anne's lips as he rode her.
"Mmmmm, Your Majesty's cunt is in fine form today," he growled, reaching forward along Anne's body to loop his fingers into her thick black hair. He pulled, arching her back a few degrees as though using his grip like reins on a willful horse.