Jon watches Arya being spitroasted

Jon winced as her nails scraped all along the sensitive, exposed redness of his glans. “She’s, um, she’s bouncing up and down on a man. I can see her breasts bouncing and she’s arcing her back as she fucks him. There are two others standing above them and they’re rubbing and slapping her face and tits with their cocks. She is holding her tongue out but is letting them wipe their pre-cum all over her – she’s not trying to blow either of them. Lady Merryweather is helping them; they’ve tied her wrists together but put an iron bar between her legs to keep them spread. Ah. Now they’re putting nipple clamps on her.”

Cersei made a satisfied purr with his cock halfway down his throat. Jon had to put a hand on her again; he could feel the vibrations she was making travel all the way along him. Then, slowly, incredibly slowly, Cersei drew her lips back along the skin of his cock until he felt the cold air on it as it bobbed in the air.

“Good! That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, tell me all about what’s happening to your dear sister Sansa.”

Jon fumbled with his words for a few minutes as Cersei slowly teased his cock and suckled on his hanging testicles. Somehow it was harder describing how Sansa was being fucked and objectified. Arya had thrown herself into the challenge with a frenzy, smiling and gasping as she enjoyed all the cocks and cum being thrown her way. Sansa, on the other hand…