Sansa's blowbang becomes even rougher

Deciding it was was pointless to dwell on potentially comitting incest with their bastard brother, Sansa turned back to the task at hand, using the lube, her hands and a willing tongue to get every man in the line not just erect, but close to cumming too. That was way that would spend less time pounding her sister, pushing her down to the floor, fucking her face.

Sansa had to feel like she was helping Arya. Otherwise the thought of urging the men on to fuck her sister, making her airtight, would be too much for her to bear.

It would appear that Myrcella had only brought the men with the largest cocks and that number was limited. As the same men came back round to Sansa, they only got rougher. Sansa sagged, giving in as hands grabbed her head from the sides or the back of her head and started jamming their cocks in and out of her mouth. There was no sense in putting effort in when it came to being facefucked. All she could do was keep her mouth open, gag when they wanted her to, and keep her teeth out of the way.

But as the bulging cockheads kept hitting her in the back of her throat, Sansa missed their spectators descending down into the arena until they were already there.

As a particularly skinny but well-endowed men facefucked her until his balls were bouncing off her chin, the first thing that she knew of the queen’s presence were the voices right next to her.

“Wow!” Myrcella’s voice was breathy, excited. “Look at that line in front of Lady Sansa. She’ll never get through them all.”