The door on the right

Tyrion crept towards the small door on the right. He slowly cracked open the door, fearing each moment for the un-oiled hinges to creak. Tyrion peaked his head through the doorway just an inch. But what he saw astounded him.

The Eighteen year-old Sansa Stark was spread-eagled on her bed, completely naked, and stuffing herself. Her fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy, as her other hand reached up to massage her shapely breasts.

Tyrion crept in, shutting the door behind him, as Sansa picked up her pace, driving several fingers into her depths. She sighed a soft feminine groan as her hips began to buck, a powerful orgasm taking over her body.

Tyrion was walking normally now, sauntering towards the bed. Sansa's convulsing came to a climax, as she let out a scream, and sent a squirt of girlcum flying onto her hand and bedding. She panted heavily, throwing her sweat covered body back into the sheets, utterly exhausted.

Now standing beside the bed, Tyrion reached out for a taste of Sansa's juices. "Hmmm, a fine vintage!"