Sansa is to kiss Margaery's cum-covered face

They had once shared a bath together but that had been the only time Sansa had seen her naked. Now the Tyrell’s brown hair was frizzy and unkempt and her pretty breasts were red with handprints and white with semen.

“I always liked how you two were such good friends,” Cersei said, standing over them. “Sansa, surely you want to embrace your dear companion?”

There was no refusing an order from the queen, not when she was her prisoner. Hesitantly, Sansa knelt down and wrapped her arms around Margaery’s back.

Instantly, the brunette’s arms were snaking around her and pulling her close. Sansa gasped as she felt the slimy skin slide against her own, their breasts mashing together as the cold cum stuck to Sansa. The smell of semen was overwhelming as Margaery rested her dripping head on Sansa’s shoulder and kissed her neck.

“What a pretty sight,” Cersei drawled. “I’d like the two of you to stay there like that for a few moments. Now, Sansa, why don’t you give your friend a kiss?”

Margaery took her head off Sansa’s shoulder and looked at her expectantly. Sansa saw the white flecks around her lips and had a fleeting suspicion that there was a reason the Tyrell had not spoken yet. She put a hand on her slimy cheek, trying not the wince at the sensation on her skin. Then she leaned in and pressed her lips against her old friend’s.