Take control

In one swift movement, you roll the young Tyrell onto her back, and drive your cock home. She bites into your shoulder and moans, before whispering in your ear.

"Take me, Jaime. Make my cunt yours, and whenever the King fucks me, I'll be thinking of you."

Amazingly, you feel your prick grower harder, and you growl as your thrusts intensify, each time you stroke in, you feel the entrance to her womb moving for you. Her grunts and moans are rhythmic and repetitive and she curses, beseeching the Old Gods and the New as you claim her.

You are both slick with sweat as your fucking intensifies, and her hips rise off the bed to meet your thrusts, your pelvises clashing together in beautiful symmetry as she begins to quake beneath you. She lets out a stuttering wail and her hands grasp the sheets around her, flailing as she climaxes on your cock. You can feel moisture building up, and you realise that she's squirting over your erect cock.

"Does that feel good, my Queen?"

She nods and her sexy wail turns into an elongated moan through gritted teeth as she bites her lower lip.

"So good, my Lord. I love your cock." she replies, in a broken form about her moans, "please, just fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." she says breathlessly.