Gwerk! Gwark! Gwork!

Gwerk! Gwark! Gwork!

Squelching sounds echoed around the room as Byron thrust into Queen Otrera's mouth vigorously, one of his hands under her chin, the other into her silver hair.

She was caught off-guard and she liked it.

His dick was ravaging her mouth and she liked it.

His hands were firmly holding her head in place and she liked it.

Everything was nostalgic.

Even the need to grab the back of his thighs to cling to them for support as he slammed into her was nostalgic.

'He is finally doing what he should have done to me the moment he entered the room,' she thought.

Gwerk! Gwark! Gwork!

'No. Actually, what he should have done the moment he reached this realm! He should have sought me out immediately and fucked me! I'm going to give him an experience that's gonna make him regret not doing so!'

With this, Queen Otrera grabbed Byron's hips with a tight grip so that he couldn't move them backwards again.