Margaery sighed softly as he settled her down on the bed. She relaxed and breathed heavily for a moment. As he kissed along her neck she tilted her head and gave him access to more of her soft skin.
Then when he drove into her again, hitting her deep and hard, Margaery began to moan and whine loudly. Her back arched and her thighs squeezed his hips. Again she moaned and sighed his name softly as she struggled to catch her breath.
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Bronn had to admit that he enjoyed how the girl felt. Nice, wet and tight. She was a good substitute since he couldn't have the Lady of the Dreadfort - at least not yet. He steadily increased his pace, gripping tight against her hips as he looked in again, seeing Hannibal lay Margaery upon the bed.
He was a little astounded that already they were beginning another round.
But he focused on the girl again. He bit down on her neck and whispered in her ear, letting his stubble scrape against her soft neck. "Does she tease him often? Does she work him into such a frenzy of lust that it drives him mad?"
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Then when he drove into her again, hitting her deep and hard, Margaery began to moan and whine loudly. Her back arched and her thighs squeezed his hips. Again she moaned and sighed his name softly as she struggled to catch her breath.
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Bronn had to admit that he enjoyed how the girl felt. Nice, wet and tight. She was a good substitute since he couldn't have the Lady of the Dreadfort - at least not yet. He steadily increased his pace, gripping tight against her hips as he looked in again, seeing Hannibal lay Margaery upon the bed.
He was a little astounded that already they were beginning another round.
But he focused on the girl again. He bit down on her neck and whispered in her ear, letting his stubble scrape against her soft neck. "Does she tease him often? Does she work him into such a frenzy of lust that it drives him mad?"