Cersei blows Jon while he describes the orgy

Jon found himself squinting. “Your tribesmen have found a table from somewhere. They’ve put Missandei on it, on her back.”

Cersei pulled back, a single strand of drool connecting her lips to his cock. She blew lightly, making his length instinctively bob from the sensation. “I need more detail. Tell me exactly what they’re doing to the handmaiden.”

“They’re spitroasting her. One’s holding her legs up, so they’re spread and her feet are above his head. He’s really pounding her. The other’s holding her head, but it’s like she’s upside-down. I can see his balls bouncing against her forehead and eyes.”

Jon was rewarded by Cersei sliding forward until his tip was touching the back of her throat and her lips were almost touching his sack. She was deep-throating him and she was not even gagging. She effortlessly pulled back and lashed his tip with her tongue. “What’s happening to Arya?”

“Oh! Oooh. She’s riding someone. There’s two others,” Jon found he was having to raise his voice above the uncouth cries of the tribesmen.

“This girl is nasty!

“Watch out, Osbert! She’ll finger your arse.”

“There she goes!”

“Oi, Lady Merrywanker - ‘ave you got anything to tie this wild-things ‘ands up!”

Jon took a deep breath. He could already tell Cersei was going to finish him sooner rather than later. A little, sick excited part of him wondered if she would keep fellating him even after he had come. “Arya and Sansa are being gangbanged. The tribesmen are tying up Arya’s arms.”

“Details, Rhaegar! I need details.”