Music Room

Then he sat back down and spread the legs of his wife sitting in front of him, burying his face under her skirt.

"Uhn…"

The queen leaned back as her husband put her feet on the piano keyboard, and excited her clit with his tongue.

"Oh..ah…"

Although at the beginning of their marriage, Jerome's sexual knowledge was more like that of a virgin little boy, who knew nothing but basic positions… by now, Ariana had unobtrusively introduced the man into the depths of the Kama Sutra.

And Jerome was a great student. He soon noticed what was "very good for her" , and he often abused this knowledge.

As he pampered the little pea with his tongue, he burst into the hot wet cave first with one and then two fingers.

"Ahn… Jerome… hm…"

She writhed on top of the piano, gripping the rim… she felt she didn't need much to reach the top anymore.

The man also noticed, and in the last second he straightened up and pulled the girl on his ready-to-do gun.

"Ahh!"

Amid a huge moan, the queen cummed.

The scent of Ariana's contentment insaned the king, and drew the resting body to him. He embraced her on top of the piano first, then they stood up.

Within the walls of the music hall echoed the man's panting and the girl's pleasurable moans.

"Ah… Jerome… more… ahn…!"

Ariana wrapped her hands around her husband's neck , and clung on him, while pressing his waist with her feet. Jerome gripped her butt and stabbed her rock-hard manhood between her silky lips.

"Ahhh!"

The king wasn't even effected from the weight of the girl body, which was comletely weighed on his arms… No… he was driven insane from the hot, wet pleasure… He couldn't stop… just wanted to feel more, more stabbing into the lust cave…

Until finally, they both fulfilled their desires.

Lunch is long overdue. The girl's dress was torn during the fierce lovemaking, so they retreated to the room.

It was late afternoon by then.

The servants prepared a foam bath, enriched with flower petals and aromas for the royal couple. Fruits and wine were placed on the edge of the pool.

Ariana guessed that just bathing together was impossible, so she was happy with the few bites of fruits, since she hadn't had a chance to eat since the morning cake.

She sat down next to the man with her hair tied up.

Jerome ran his fingers across her face, neck, and then her collarbone. Then he leaned closer and kissed her.

"You're beautiful."

He whispered to her, then poured two glasses of wine.

"Thank you."

Ariana took the drink with a smile, then took a few strawberries.

"I want some too."

Jerome looked at the fruit plate.

She took a cluster of grapes and placed them in the man's mouth one by one.

Jerome made sure to take over all the grapes as erotic as possible, licking, sucking, or biting her finger.

Then, when the humid air, alcohol, and constant sensual play reached its goal, he dragged the flushed queen into his lap.