Lancelot was sitting on his throne with the lovely Morgana on his right thigh, her soft white dress soft and silky to the touch as a drifting scent of vanilla and strawberry fluttered from her body into his nose.
She rested against his chest, her lovely golden eyes filled with happiness as his right arm slowly stroked her stomach. "Nnnn darling... it feels strange when you rub my stomach." Her soft voice vibrated, rubbing her cheeks against his chest.
"Can you stop flirting so much when I'm here..." Guin pouted, her face red and seemingly jealous as she sat on his left thigh, her hands holding his palm around her back and groping her chest.
"Hey... you're making him touch your tits to make him horny, don't cheat!"
"Big sister... you don't need to have sex. You have a baby~ let me have some fun of my own."
"Girls, I am wondering if you enjoy this kind of playing? Don't you see we are being watched..."
