Sansa and Margaery swap cum

Margaery’s mouth opened for her, her lip darting out into Sansa’s mouth to french her agressively. Sansa had nowhere to go except to respond in kind, exploring Margaery’s mouth and finding a puddle of cum sloshing behind her teeth.

She almost gagged from the salty taste as she felt Margaery’s tongue flicking strings of semen down her throat. Then the Tyrell was pulling away from her, kneeling up so that her face was directly above Sansa’s own.

“Open wiiiiide,” Margaery managed to slur, a stream escaping from the side of her mouth.

Then she was holding Sansa’s head and pouring the cum straight down her throat.

Sansa gagged, thrashing slightly as she felt the thick, viscous liquid filling her mouth. She spluttered, wincing as she felt the globules bouncing off her chin and dripping onto her breasts. There was nothing she could do but swallow but it was a battle to keep the endless deluge down her throat.

Margaery pinched off the last strings of cum between them, then wrapped her legs around Sansa and fiercely kissed her again.

“What a kind gift,” Cersei said, moaning slightly. Sansa looked up to see that the queen had a hand up her robe and was appearing to frig herself at the sight of their humiliation. “Now, I think we can leave Lady Tyrell here in the capable hands of our Kingsguard. Sansa, it is time for you to see your dearly beloved sister.”