บท 1079: Meeting the Prized Captive

Alexander would wake up the next morning feeling fully refreshed, finding his face snuggled right close to Lady Nanazin's large breasts and his palms firmly resting on the Queen's fluffy white cheeks, which he had abused just the night prior and was definitely still quite sore, with red handprints and welt marks still clearly visible.

And the sight would quickly reignite memories of last night, where Alexander had found the act of nailing the married queen of a nation in such a taboo place to be immensely satisfying.

It had made his lust surge to great heights, much more than the pleasure from the hole itself, and thus he had moved his hips without mercy into the wet, rubbery passage until he felt completely drained.