#339552 - “Don’t think about it, just think about me, you want me to feel good, don’t you?” He nodded a little and swallowed, looking back down, his expression softening, “What… What do I have to do?” “Whatever you want to sweety… You can touch it, stroke it, kiss it, suck it, ride it…” she winked playfully, with their position, her cock only a few inches from his face the answer wasn’t quite so complex. He passed through corridors of doors, each likely leading to bedrooms of varying opulence that in some ways rivalled his own palace, it made him curious as to what made them so popular that they could afford the luxuries this place seemingly offered. His mouth was filled, time and time again with thick throbbing shafts, his lips puffed and sore, his mouth sticky with cum, replaced occassionally by a hard nipple on which he played or an eager tongue with which he danced, his hands always wrapped around shafts, small ones, huge ones, some starting soft, others ending that way after r