Morning with the Queen

King Altan had his Queen right where any man would want her. Naked, on her back, and her legs spread. His thick, long, and well-lubed cock throbbed in anticipation of being back inside the Queen, who winced as he drove his length deep inside.

As Altan thrusted, Maras wondered if she should play with her clitoris and try and squeeze at least one orgasm out of their sex, or if she should fake her passion and hope it'd make King succumb to his climax sooner. She decided to go with the former as she closed her eyes, picturing her lover instead of the overweight, hairy, middle-aged slob that was currently on top of her.

Altan, whether intentional or not, did his best to break through Maras' fantasies, delivering long, powerful thrusts and letting out loud grunts. The **** at which he plowed had the bed shaking and Maras grimacing. Maras rubbed her clit as she wondered if this would be the day the bed would give out. Altan, however, was too preoccupied with the way her breasts bounced with every motion he made to notice his partner's dissatisfaction.

Maras could feel herself getting closer and closer, but with the way Altan was breathing heavier, she could tell he was getting close too. Any hopes of salvaging bliss from her partner's pathetic performance subsided when he let out one final grunt. Once his climax came to an end, Altan looked at Maras as he panted. She smiled back at him, even though she found his lovemaking disappointing like always.

“We better get on with our day, my dear.” Altan said, kissing her on the forehead.

“Yes my dear.” Maras replied as Altan got up and waddled over to the bathroom. Once he'd washed, he checked his schedule, which had him heading to the war room. Before heading off, he dresses in navy-blue dress pants and a crimson greatcoat with gold trim and studded with various gems that run the spectrum of blues, yellows, and oranges. Like most people of Seranis, color was the name of the game when it came to fashion, and the King's coat had plenty of that.

Once dressed, the King heads off for another day meddling in affairs both foreign and domestic.