Karla has cunt for dinner

Isolde was used to her own brother forcing her to commit to oral sex. She was already well committed, but the king loved to **** her cock down her throat nonetheless. She treated Karla the same. She did not wait for the redhead to get to her, she just smashed her crotch against her face, pinning her against the wall with just the strength of her hip. She held the queen's head in place with her left hand, holding her long mane of auburn hair too. She did so possessively, pulling her hair like it was some weed to be ripped of her garden.

Karla felt her nose smashed against her rival's cunt, it was a humid and smelly thing. She started to move her tongue and lips with no real knowledge or skill of what she was doing. That only made the princess laugh. She licked her button, she ran her tongue along her left and right labia, but did so with no order or method. Soon, she got tired of her inefficient licking and simply started to scrub her crotch all over Karla's face, brutally blinding her with her girlcum and marking her with her smell.

"You are such a lousy licker, my queen!" Said Isolde. "You may have to practice with my asshole first!" She lifted herself to smash her pucker against Karla's mouth, not caring whether she could breath or not. The young queen did lick her there, despite the gross taste. She introduced her tongue deep into that hole to tease the evil woman's depths in an effort to please her wickedness. Then, just to humiliate her, Isolde held her closer and farted into her mouth while laughing. Karla started to cough and tried to get away, but she did not let her. "You stay there, whore." Said she forcing to stay in place

Isolde was merciful enough to move her asshole away and make her go back to her crotch. Karla could see again normally and the two women looked at each other in the eyes. Isolde lifted the cup then. "Do you still want your milk?" Karla hated herself for her own cravings, but she did not hesitate to say yes, and the word reverberated inside Isolde's cavern. The need was too strong and she was too weak "I expected so... but now you have to be a good girl and make me cum. Come on: move your tongue."

Never did Karla use her tongue so fast, never was she so conflicted with her emotions. When her captor started to cum she held her tighter with her left hand and started to pour the cup over Karla's face with her right hand. The milk fell on her face and blinded her, making her cum too and loose her sense of reality. She was completely covered in milk and girlcum and drowned in shame. She found herself in the floor, defeated. The victor already leaving.

"Remember this, whore." Said the princess. "You are not the real queen of this castle, you will never be. You are our prisoner, nothing more."

Karla could not open her eyes to see her leave, she just heard the sound of her heels. She curled herself in a ball and started to cry.