In one brisk push, Konrad shoved Gulistan onto the bed where the blissfully unconscious wife and concubines of Hejin still lay. He then moved onto it, draping Gulistan with his imposing stature. And as he climbed her body, a tear appeared on her dress, splitting it into two perfect halves from top to bottom.
The overcoat covering his otherwise bare body was cast aside, and his lips curled into a fiendish smile.
"Your heart races, your mind gives in, and your eyes showcase your craving. I wonder, how does it feel to long for the touch of your progeny?"
Konrad whispered in Gulistan's ears while letting his tongue trail her delightful neck. However, he'd underestimated her audacity. In an unexpected move, she raised her legs and trapped his blazing cock between her juice drenched inner thighs. Using her juice as lubricant and her thighs for friction, Gulistan stroked Konrad's rod while extending her lips toward his ears.
