Roz arrives

The four of you are still tangled together on the slick stone, panting, cum leaking from Sansa’s ruined holes onto the hot floor. Her body twitches with aftershocks, cunt and ass gaping slightly, thick white seed slowly oozing out of both as she lies sprawled across Robb’s chest. You’re stroking her sweat-matted red hair when the door creaks open again.

Roz slips inside without waiting for permission, a knowing smirk on her painted lips. The brothel girl is wearing almost nothing - just a sheer scrap of silk that barely covers her heavy tits and the curve of her ass. Her fiery red hair is damp from the outer steam, and her eyes widen with delighted surprise as she takes in the obscene sight: Sansa Stark, the prim little lady of Winterfell, naked, dripping with three men’s cum, holes still open and twitching.

“Well, well,” Roz purrs, voice husky. “Looks like the Stark boys finally decided to share their pretty toy. Didn’t expect to find Lady Sansa getting her royal cunt and arse ruined in the hot room.”

Theon laughs, still lazily stroking his half-hard cock. “Perfect timing, Roz. Get over here.”

Roz doesn’t hesitate. She lets the silk drop, revealing her lush, well-used body - full breasts with dark nipples, a neatly trimmed patch of red hair above her puffy cunt lips. She steps through the steam and drops to her knees in front of Sansa, eyeing the mess dripping from her.

“Gods, they really wrecked you, didn’t they, my lady?” Roz coos mockingly. She leans in and drags her tongue slowly up Sansa’s cum-filled cunt, lapping up the mixture of Robb’s and Sansa’s juices with a filthy moan. Sansa whimpers, hips jerking.

You grab Roz by the hair and pull her up into a rough kiss, tasting the combined mess on her tongue, then shove her face back down between Sansa’s legs. “Clean her up. Every drop.”

Roz obeys eagerly, sucking noisily on Sansa’s swollen clit while pushing her tongue deep inside the cum-soaked hole. The wet, obscene slurping sounds echo off the stone as she eats Sansa’s creampied cunt like a starving woman. Sansa cries out, thighs shaking, fingers tangling in Ros’s red hair as the whore tongue-fucks her.

Robb shifts Sansa so she’s on all fours, still leaking. You move behind her again and slam your cock back into her sloppy, cum-lubricated cunt in one brutal thrust. The added slickness makes every stroke louder, wetter. Meanwhile Theon kneels in front of Sansa and feeds his cock back into her mouth.

Roz doesn’t stop. She slides underneath Sansa in a sixty-nine position, licking where your cock stretches Sansa’s cunt, tongue flicking against your balls and shaft with every thrust. Then she sucks Sansa’s clit hard, making the younger girl scream around Theon’s cock.

“Fuck, she’s good,” Robb groans. He positions himself behind Ros and drives his thick cock straight into her experienced cunt. Ros moans loudly into Sansa’s pussy, the vibration making Sansa’s walls flutter wildly around you.

The room becomes a filthy symphony: the constant wet slap of your hips against Sansa’s ass as you pound her cum-filled cunt, Robb’s heavy balls smacking Ros’s soaked folds, Theon’s grunts as he fucks Sansa’s throat, and the messy, slurping sounds of Ros devouring both Sansa’s clit and the base of your cock.

You reach down and push two fingers into Roz’s mouth alongside Theon’s shaft, then pull them out slick and shove them into Sansa’s already-stretched asshole. She squeals, body convulsing as you finger-fuck her ass in time with your cock in her cunt.

“Double stuff the little lady,” Theon growls, face-fucking her harder.

Roz pulls back just long enough to gasp, “She’s dripping down my throat, the greedy slut,” before diving back in, sucking hard on Sansa’s clit while you rail her.

Sansa breaks first. Her whole body seizes, cunt clamping down like a vice around your cock as she squirts messily all over Roz’s face. Roz drinks it down greedily, moaning like a whore in heat while Robb pounds her cunt even harder.

You yank out of Sansa’s spasming pussy and shove your cock straight into Roz’s mouth, feeding her the mix of Sansa’s and Robb’s cum. She takes it deep, throat working around you. Theon does the same, alternating between Sansa’s drooling lips and Ros’s eager mouth.

The hot room is now pure debauchery - four bodies slick with sweat and fluids, two red-haired sluts (one highborn, one low) getting passed around and used by the three of you without mercy.

“More,” Sansa whimpers hoarsely, voice completely broken. “I want… all of you inside me again… while she watches…”

Roz laughs, cum and girl-juice smeared across her face. “Hear that? The prim little virgin’s turned into a proper cock-hungry whore.”

You grin darkly, already lining up for for the next round.