Joffrey isn't finished yet

"Well well ..." Joffrey grinned, red faced and fast breathing despite the bored arrogance within his voice. "Not so bad for a worthless northern bitch, but not enough for a princely spear like mine it would seem"
Arya looked at the kings son, a glistening bait of saliva running down her chin. Her grey eyes fixating Joffreys green ones. "stupid prick!" she muttered
"My mother says I am about to marry your whore sister, I hope she will be a better cocksucker then you little girl"
"I am not a little girl" Arya hissed angry "By the law of gods and man I am a woman grown!"
"A girl despite your years" Joffrey mocked and stepped closer before the kneeling shewolf "But your sister on the other hand seems to be quite a woman, buxom and beautiful, in other word everything you're not..." he flapped his cock in Aryas wet face. His manhood was still hard as steal, with thick veins pulsating inside. Arya Stark starred at the royal jewel presented to her. She remembered the salty strangely delicious taste on her tongue when shed had it in her mouth. the thought that her older sister who was her superior rival in almost everything would claim this perfectly hot piece of meat for her own infuriated her.