It was around midnight when Syris was awakened by the vigorous stimulation biting at her loins. Her Prince was on top of her, still inside her, asleep, bringing her to completion even while motionless. Syris could not bring herself to move, frightful she might lose her mind, as she nibbled on her lower lip, drooling up a storm.
She moaned, panting in a hoarse voice, when she heard his voice," Want to go again?"
She orgasmed, letting loose one final lustful cry that knocked her unconscious, to the prince's astonishment. He patted her shoulders, taken back by the way her tongue lulled out, almost as if to accept his cock.
He gulped, biting down the intrusive thoughts plaguing his mind like a knife. He wanted more. He needed more. He needed so much more that he felt the mere sight of Syris was driving him crazy. He was hard again, ready to continue their three-day binge.
