As enjoyable as the idea was in theory, Charles had long ago decided that he cared little for bedding virgins, as he found himself far preferring women who knew what the hell they were doing in bed, both in terms of pleasuring him and in getting him to return the favor. Anne, he had discovered the first time he'd filled the Queen's pussy with his length, knew what the hell she was doing, and then some.

He could see a delight dancing in Anne's eyes, and as much of a smile as could be managed with her lips stretched around his girth, and whatever the exact source of those feelings, Charles knew he'd enjoy what they inspired.

Charles let out a shuddering groan as Anne began a renewed assault, mouth and tongue and hand stimulating him in so many varied ways he could scarcely keep track. The combined result, though, he recognized very clearly.

"Close... oh, you've got me fucking close... fuck yes..."