Frey's POV
It had been hours since that unforgettable dinner incident, and I was still masturbating relentlessly. My vagina ached with an intense need that demanded attention. I had rubbed it to the point of being raw and red, but the throbbing ache refused to subside.
It was all because of that scene. Yes, the scene where the Queen and the Princess were riding that man, their hips undulating as they took his dick deep into their pussies. The sight of their naked bodies, glistening with sweat, moving in rhythm with his thrusts, was burned into my mind. I couldn't shake it, and I didn't want to.
