One Hand Forward ---> Hands on Big Tits

Riding the high of sensation, my hormone-addled brain focuses on Arma's tits, and what she's doing with her hands, and wouldn't be hot if her hands were on those big tits? Yeah. Let's do that! 'One Hand Forward' becomes 'Hands on Big Tits.'

The window's gone. The rich red wallpaper and lamps beside the door behind Arma give the room a sexy lighting. Then Arma's hands slide behind her ass as she sits up, body somehow sliding closer as she goes, until she's right in front of me. Her whole body tips forward - no longer balanced - and it seems like she's about to just fall into me

Her tiara's back. Actually, it's a crown. Wide, short, and gold with many prongs and a big amethyst. It sits on her head as her braids both lengthen to dangle on either side of her breasts, and her bigs fall down to obscure the roots of her braids.

Her tits nearly pop out of her corset as they swell in size, nipples engorged and stiff with lust as she gives me needy bedroom eyes, tongue lolling out as she leans forward to - I presume - suckle on my dick like a kitten after milk.

A big sexy kitten hungry for sex, not milk.

Look, horny-brain isn't for poetry: It's for sex. I'm horny; there's a woman ready to go. Should I Sexit? Exit? Change more? I don't know. It's hard to think.

(queen-whore, pink hair, braided hair, worshipful expression, sucking viewer's penis, hands on big tits, kneeling forward with legs spread, lacy-black corset, lacy-black panties, whore collar, inside a castle bedroom)