A prince needs company…
“That an invite because you know I’d be down. Running away with a pretty girl is a dream…”
“Oh it’s much less boring with you around. How are you, then?”
“Hey yourself.”
A perfect title for some scandalous headlines, no?
They’ll both be screaming yes plenty…
They can take turns fucking each other.
It’s only natural, of course.
What will it take for a series with a certain well-known public figure that may be royalty?
I want to kiss you for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and
Charlie let out a soft moan as Harry’s fingers grip the soft blonde hair of the prince.
A nervous swallow as he looked up at her.
His tongue is already dragging along the stomach before the final sound of the S can be let out.
Hng.
Tummy…
Evil never looked so good…
And it fills him with rage.
Hes wanted to since the second he set eyes on her.
There’s a reason all the magazines featuring her are so stuck together in the palace…
Let the prince know when she’s ready for the next bundle of joy…
//most days that I log into Charlie I can’t help but feel like I should just get rid of him
I’ve got some treats like these.
But you shouldn’t have more than one or two.
Then perhaps they should share a bottle or two, she can show how just how much she’s missed it.
Congratulations to you all.
At least you can have some wine again!
“Good. How about you pour another glass, ditch the tower and get in my lap…
Pleasure is the best reason to meet, especially at this hour.”
“What a pleasant surprise.
Business or pleasure?”
Kenzie kissed her, he wanted to to be messy, lewd and desperate. Just like how he liked it.
“You’ve got me. You’re mine, baby. My little princess!”
He groaned as he watched her bouncing on his cock. He was intent on knocking this little porndoll up.
“Fuck, you’re so lewd. Go on. Breed yourself on my cock.”
Come pay my palace a visit. The nice one in the country.
I want to have a weekend to make sure it takes.
We both know you want it, princess.
He groaned as he felt her tightness take him, he was rather surprised, she felt like a virgin… but it was plain as day that wasn’t the case.
“Good girl. Bounce for Daddy. Don’t stop until you’re knocked up…”
Not at all.
Any size is welcomed.
The prince moaned as she slid along his shaft, he’d reposition it so she’d be more likely to penetrate herself with her movements…
“Silly girl… you need to out it inside you.”
Who’s going to put their sweater melons in my mouth?
He moaned softly as she straddled him, easily removing his pants.
“Good girl.”
Well, I’d be happy to host a private fashion show.
You’d be an excellent model.
