David Harrington

tremors ran up her spine. She gasped and panted, like a long distance runner after a hard race; her throbbing cunt keeping time with the pounding of her heart. He pried open her legs freeing his captured head and pulled off his ski-mask, a smug, self-satisfied smile on his dark, rough features. Rivulets of sweat trickled down from his forehead. "Her Royal Highness likes to have her white pussy eaten by Kaffir, Mentu," he said to his companion. "Her cum is sweet as honey, my friend." Panting, the Princess of Wales stared at her pleasure-giver's grinning face, a stupid half-smile of surprise on her lips; her body still in turmoil. She had just experienced the most explosive cum of her life, yet the ache in her loins was even more fierce than before; a fire that