Warning: Mature Theme
Akira and Jane were struck with how an uptight prince of one of the most proud Royal bloodline could act so sexually deprived at the moment. In their arms, Sejin looked like a lewd courtesan— beautiful, orphic and hot. He was the perfect prince made for their sexual acts.
The Prince's adverse attitude was replaced by an attention seeking sexual demon. Jane gave out a smirk of satisfaction as Sejin (with teary eyes) struggle to get out of their grip and kneel down.
"Little wild flower.."
Jane mused in a whispering voice and he watched as the prince turn his head to meet him eye-to-eye; Sejin's lips were fucked red, trembling and numb from the kisses he received from Akira.
"You like that scent?"
'Scent?'