*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*
While the Firmament's rulers settled on his fate and his armies emptied worlds of sentient lives, Konrad enjoyed the delights of domination. As he sat in a throne-shaped chair, with the kneeling Gulistan gulping his erect rod with rowdy slurping sounds, Konrad's eyes remained glued on the riveting, half-naked woman dressed only in a black leather harness.
That woman, Yvonne, had both her hands tied beneath her back, her lips sealed by a harness ball gag, and her plump rump wiggling as she lied bent like a tail-wagging pet on the bedsheets.
*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*
That sight alone brought Konrad to the edge. And with a broad grin, he pressed Gulistan harder on his shaft, making take it all the way down her close-fitting throat while her skilled hands ran across his thighs, balls, and chest.
*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*
