Sansa finishes you beneath the table

Small snippets of Lord Starks monologue pierce your distraction, but Sansa begins to renew her **** on you. You feel her mouth leave you cock and both of her small, slight hands wrap around the length of your member. She begins to lovingly caress the length of your cock. One hand leaves for a second and you hear the unmistakable sound of spitting, before it returns and she massages the lubrication on to your cock, from tip to root. She keeps a steady, slow, deep rhythm, one hand now wrapped around your balls and massaging them gently, rolling them between her fingers, whilst the other hand jacks you off.

You feel your finish boiling up, and you subtly begin to hump back up into her hand. Sansa reads you perfectly. Never missing a beat, the hand on your balls is removed, whilst the hand on your cock continues it's slow, steady pumping.

You, somehow, repress a groan as you unload, jet after jet of cum from your cock that Sansa has angled down, as if aiming at something. She continues pumping you and you continue unloading. Your Father continues talking before you, all threads of the conversation lost on you as you revel in the exquisite agony of your eldest sister milking your member beneath the High Table of Winterfell.