Roy's mouth

Without a word, you rise out of bed and swing one leg over Roy, straddling his chest. He looks up at you in shock as you lean forward, bringing your crotch towards his face.

Oh yes... This is hardly behavior befitting a lady, especially one of your position. But with a simple mental push, his surprise turns to acceptance, and then lust. Grabbing your thighs he pulls you closer, his tongue darting out to work its way up and down your slit.

As he licks faster and deeper you can feel yourself getting wet, your juices coating his tongue as he pushes it inside you. Crying out with pleasure, you arch your back, but the sudden jerk throws you off-balance and you're **** to throw your hands back to catch yourself. One of them finds Clarence's head, and forces it down onto Roy's cock; you can feel the resistance of her throat giving out as his shaft plunges in to the hilt.

A muffled moan escapes from between your thighs, and Roy tightens his grip, pulling you in desperately. It's more than you can bear, and suddenly you're cumming, one hand forcing the maid down onto Roy's cock while the other is planted firmly in his curly hair. His tongue continues to work you as you writhe with orgasm, until with one final lick he pulls back.

You go limp, barely managing to sit upright on Roy's heaving chest. You stare down into his eyes, still mad with lust; and he returns the look, though he's somewhat distracted by the girl still working his cock.

"My lady... With apologies to the maid, who's doing a lovely job.. Ah.. Can I make love to you again?"