Home run

Gunnar felt slightly divided, though in a nice way. While Rosamund was frantically ministering to his erection with her mouth and cleavage, he focused on Keira, leaning back against the wall and watching in some kind of horror. He couldn't get over how shockingly lovely her face was, how perfectly set and defined her eyes and features were. He was witnessing a princess in peril, and he was the peril, and she clearly felt very conflicted about wanting that peril for herself.

"Mmm, oh, dear!" pouted Rosamund. "I'm still not satisfying you!" A clever look came to her. "I know!"

Keira's shock grew as Rosamund slithered off her skirt and panties. "Ros! No! You must be joking! He's so HUGE! You couldn't POSSIBLY!"

"I'm just going to ... rub my soft lips against it, that's all!"

Gunnar had to shake his head in amusement. After centuries of being told "I'll put it in just a little and then take it right back out," one might think that women would have long rendered such bullshit obsolete, and yet here was Rosamund saying it herself. Inside of a minute, she was groaning in frustration as she ground her vulva in quick little circles against his engorged glans. "Nnnggghh!" she complained. "Maybe ... if I slip it in ... just for a bit ... "

He had to give her credit, she was seriously turning him on as she rocked hard up and down and with each exultation of "Oh YEAH!" managed to shove herself down a couple of inches further than the last.

Keira was astonished. Gunnar was fascinated by her fractured expression of unbelief as Rosamund proceeded to inhale more than a foot of his cock into her lusting body. She looked downright panicked as Rosamund humped and thumped her juggs-jiggling way to orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes -- YESSS!" Rosamund cheered as she spasmed.