Contrary to Queen Otrera's belief that giving Byron a blowjob would incapacitate him, it increased his appetite instead.
The feeling of her warm lips encircling the tip of his dick, the spread of such a pleasant sensation as she pushed lower and lower and the slurping sounds she was making…
They forced him to eat faster.
He wanted to free his hands of the food he had grabbed so he could place one of them on the back of her head and hold her there until she started gagging.
He wanted to be able to tamper with the strings her white dress so he could see her beautiful body. So he could touch her boobs.
O lord! Her big beautiful boobs!
He remembered the first time he buried his face in them. She had demanded he call her mommy. Or did he remember it wrong?
"Uhm!" he grunted, his mouth full of delicious fish. He grabbed the kylix of wine and took a sip to down the fish.
"Oh fuck yes! Stay like that! O lord!"
