Arya is turned on

Aryas gaze was fixed on the mesmerizing sight that was her fathers hard cock. The manhood of Eddard Stark was thick and veined. And it was wet with saliva. Sansas saliva.

Sansas full lips formed a tight circle while she **** the delicious throbbing member down her throat. Arya felt a itch between her legs. When the let slide her fingers through her snitch she found it wet with excitement.

"Please... Sansa... Stop..." Her father plead one final time, but them Sansas tongue began to swirl over his glance, all while her hot teenager mouth still engulfed most of the pulsating shaft. In that moment the final strain of resistance washed away and the warden of the North could do nothing but let his back fall against the weirwood and grab is daughters head with his hands. A long and lusty "Ooooohaaaah" escaped his mouth, his eyes closed, his lips shaking with lust.