She felt fortunate to be on the power-holding end of the relationship. Brunette With their charge in tow, both Beau and Gael began their methodical procession towards the looming, distant castle in which the new queen would conduct her reign. In the gold-flaked ceremonial amateur litter, Noémie couldn’t even allow herself the pleasure of relaxing her head back and enjoying the hypnotic jostling of Beau and Gael’s footfalls threatening to lure her to sleep. Any sign of weakness would no doubt be noticed by someone, somewhere in the kingdom. She couldn’t afford that, so her posture remained firm and resolute all the way up the cobbled path. She waved down the gate guards from several yards away; there would be no impedances to getting her back to her royal bed chambers. “Oh, God. Get me out of this putain de corset,” pleaded blowjob the disrobing Noémie upon arriving in her quarters with a sticky coating of French epithet dribbling off of her words moments after arriving in her bed chambers. After spilling out of the manpowered sedan, she dispensed of her shoes and pulled her dress down from around her shoulders. On cue, her escorts sprung into action and, taking either bowed endline knot on the back of her tit-restricting garment, pulled the lacing away. Noémie heaved her first full-bodied breath for the first time since she laced up this morning. “Mon dieu, merci beaucoup,” breathed the queen as she was freed from the incarcerating chest guard. She didn’t even bother reaching for it as the frilled, white, and hateful accessory clattered to the plush carpeting of her chambers. Had she not been wearing a light, unstructured bra beneath the pile of misery on the ground, she would’ve shown off her royal knockers to both of her upright manservants when she turned around to wrap either arm around their necks. Noémie sighed, then all but melted into the strong grasp of the two men. Maintaining the stoic, stone-faced and stalwart expressions they wore doggystyle in a similar mask throughout the day alongside their ruler, Beau and Gael gingerly returned the gesture with a delicate tandem embrace of their own. “Merci, both of you. Truly. I don’t know what I would’ve done had you not been at my side today. I swear, Hardcore if I had one more court duke approach me and give their condolences through gritted teeth before asking for – ah, I just don’t know,” blabbed an exasperated widow. It was plain to either of the queen’s advisors that she was looking for an outlet for her frustrations. Noémie would have to search the countryside to find tighter-lipped, more able-bodied confidants than either of them, that much she was certain of. “Come, come,” Noémie broke away from them, turning tail towards the bay windows set into the far wall of her bed chambers. “I owe you both a drink. Consider imbibing with your new queen to be a token of my favor for getting me through this most loathsome day.” Beau turned and looked at his partner, who was already looking quizzically at him by the time their eyes met. Throughout the reign of Noémie’s husband, Alistair, not once were the pair of them invited to uncork a bottle alongside the ruler of all the lands. I was smearing her cum around on her smoothed pussy seeing it glisten then I sat back with a smile. I giggled, “No I didn’t. C’mon, I’ll show you.” I took his cigar from him and smashed it out blowjob in the ashtray. We took the elevator down and there are 3 men inside when the doors opened up. If you could call it a home. “How are the scabs, I’m afraid to hurt you?” Only the shoulder straps keep it on. It’s Brunette not like I murdered Mr. Taylor! I'm sure Charlie must have had condoms in his robe but that was on the floor and there were a few on the end table next to me. So while my mouth was sliding down and up doggystyle on his penis, I unwrapped one of them and figured out the right side to put on his tip. “We fight in your pit tomorrow morning. There was an enchanted mirror on the wall. ‘not seen many guys built like me hey?’ he said confidently. He was moving faster and I felt the Hardcore rest of my body moving with his thrusts. I was introduced as Chris, the boss. She stroked my side as she said, “I was so nervous and the waitress kept feeling my glass when she came by. She was still fingering herself, only now her finger was a blur, moving in and out with lightning speed. Slowly taking it into her mouth, she began to suck. Roland had learned some from his father, some from his mother, and others on his own. “Sucked cock or her amateur master's cock?” Sven asked.