Received well

The Lady of Winterfell strengthens, you can see the resolve build in her. Her gaze intensifies, and her hands move up to the lace ties of her dress on her back.

Her movements are confident, her gaze unbreakable as her dress drops to the floor, revealing a corset beneath. Within a few seconds, the corset has dropped to the floor, joining the dress at her feet in a jumble of material. Her breasts are swollen, aged but firm. Her body shows sign of child-bearing, but her skin remains porcelain and ice-smooth.

She determinedly moves over to the bed, walking backwards, discarding her shoes as she goes until she reaches the bed where she sits slightly back from the edge of it, spreading her legs wide, where between them her womanhood is revealed. One hand behind her to support her, the other hand reaches down to her cunt and she runs her palm across the length of her lips before reaching its apex where she spreads her pussy wide. You can see the moistness of her lips as they part.

You look from her mesmerising cunnie to her face, where she remains unbroken in her gaze.

Her voice has changed tone. She is resolute. Commanding. Lustful.

"Come here boy." She dips a finger into her pussy, and begins to massage her inner depths. "Come here and fill me with your bastard seed."