Acorn love The intro would be her entering her bed chamber, flustered and tired from a day of royal
Wanting to relax but not able to be with her dear husband Maximillian (as a faithful wife she is) she goes
to a section of her room and pulls out a box full of all manner of toys and gadgets the best that royalty
can get their hands on. She ogles the indecent items with a reserved excitement and proceeds to her
bed. Her loins wet and twitched with anticipation.
She opens the buttons of her dress, undo’s her bra and lets her hefty breast break free into the open air
and plays with her girls.
She slides out of her gown and pulls her panties aside, her pussy dripping and pulsating and plops
herself onto her bed. She pulls out an embroidered, studded dildo and prods it at her winking entrance.
Slowly she slides it into herself, feeling the length of the toy stretch and flex her velvet walls. She was
taking the time to enjoy the feeling of it gliding down her vagina and finally bottoming out against her
cervix, kissing the end of the toy almost as if greeting an old friend.
It was an involuntary response from having a phallus deep into her loins, though Maxi had no
complaints. He sometimes had to keep himself from bottoming out and being caught by the opening to
her womb or else he would be drained and dry, though if it weren’t for her suckling cervix their daughter
and son would have never been conceived.
Her pussy now accustomed to the welcome visitor, she pulls slowly, the gilded parts stimulating her
lower lips making the mother bite her lip from the felling and in full motion, slamming it back down
jabbing her clit and sending shocks of pleasure down her spine.
The sensation made her shake and tremble, letting out a gasping moan. Though slow at first, she lets all
inhibition and restraint fall to the wayside, turns on the vibration setting to the toy and lets the fire in her
nether regions take over.
The chipmunk queen begins to jackhammer her pussy, the bumps and ridges sending jolts of satisfaction
shoot through her body. Her heart fluttering, pussy clenching and the smell of carnal musk filling the
room she was close to orgasm.
Setting the vibrator to max, feeling her pulse rage in her chest she plunges the toy deep into herself, the
knotted bottom plugin itself inside, stimulating her g-spot. The sheer orgasmic agony built up over the
course of a dreadful time with the theater play of politics and bureaucracy were all but a distant memory
for the weary milf.
An orgasm crashed down throughout her body, each contraction to the dildo making juices sop out of
her wet flower. But as she felt a mounting pressure in her bladder, she yanked out the royal toy with a
loud wet pop.
A thick, powerful stream of love juices shot from her winking flower, each strong contraction spraying
more of the violent torrent all over her royal bedding, ejecting the musky fluids and staining too many
parts of the room to count. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her legs shaking, hips bucked
and gyrated , squirting hot musky juices from her quivering pussy. Her body ridding out her climax with
each quake of her climax.
Tossing and turning all the while she yanks the blankets and pillows screaming in ecstasy, looking like
she had a tantric episode until finally her orgasm had subsided.
She lay there tired and panting. Finally able to relax and recompose herself… but just as soon as she did
reality came dripping back onto her face.
She then embarrassingly examined her mess. First looking to the rest of her room she sees that more of
her squirting had gotten all over the floor and even on some of the furniture. Looking to her front to see
the further aftermath to her masturbation, the residual streams squirted from moments before had hit
the bed frame and left stains over the curtains of the gazebo. Each spurt has made a long visual
impression to each wet stain, even some managing to hit a portion of the bed frame above herself,
dripping her fluid onto her form.
Finally she looks unto herself, her ejaculate wetting a good portion of her bed, leaving a puddle that
smelled strongly of her sex, the shear amount of musk would put a majority of men (and some
promiscuous women) in a pheromone drunk daze.
Alisha knew she would not be able to explain this to the castle servants, let alone Nigel. So reserved
herself, breathing in and then breathing out, the milf rose from her bed, cleaned herself up, put on a pair
of more casual clothes and proceeded to exit the room, briskly walking out to find a cleaning crew for
the sex reeked chambers she leaves behind.
- Royal Toys 09/06/2022