Listen, you’ve been a decent chamber pot but now that you’re almost thirty years old, I can’t really claim I have the prettiest chamber pot in the realm anymore. “Egad, what a mess. Xnxx One final swallow and the most heartfelt thank you I could muster and the king crawled back in bed without acknowledging my extraordinary efforts. My tongue knew the taste of hundreds of different buttholes between cheeks of all colors. The king was now thrusting his manhood inside one of his girls right in front of me. The sheer quantity and intensity of the neverending yellow blast threatened to make me gag more often than slurping sperm butt-jelly. Hands behind your back. He chugged another potion of stamina and woke one of his girls with a slap on her ass before dirtying the cock I spent all night cleaning. I mean, look at how cute this one is.”
“Chamber pot?” the cute one asked. Polygamy was a harsh reality to stomach. Polygamy was a harsh reality to stomach. My mouth was ready to receive but remained empty except for a smell strong enough to taste. It came to me, at the end of the King’s patience, that someone like him wouldn’t dirty his fingers on a slimy
