Daenerys. (F)

"It's only fair if you go first, Your Grace. It's your right as queen," Robb insisted. Jon and Margaery nod in agreement. Hearing no protests, Daenerys climbs onto the bed with you.

Now naked, she gives you a full, unobstructed view of her lithe figure. Daenerys had a pair C-cup breasts each tipped with a pink, sensitive nipple. Between her legs, she had a tight, little pussy. Naturally stretched after many rough fuck sessions with her late husband, Drogo. Her cunt could take great, big cocks with ease. Opposite that, she had a nice, inviting little ass with firm cheeks.

She runs her lips up your stomach beginning above the navel to where your neck and shoulders met. Lapping at hot skin with her tongue, her hand slid between your legs. She rubs her fingers teasingly between your folds. You couldn’t help but moan. “Please, my queen,” you begged, her amethyst eyes flicker upward meeting yours.