The head of him slid up through her cleavage and bumped her lips and retreated, up and back, up and back, his pre smearing a slick warm path between her breasts that made the glide effortless and filthy.
"Mm... nnh..." Her breasts were being used and it felt like massage and violation at once, his grip on her nipples sending shameful electric jolts straight down to her slickened slit with every squeeze.
"Please," he said, on the next upstroke, "lick it."
Her whole body twitched.
Please. This monster who bisected a man with a look and drowned three guards in their own blood had said please. She looked up at him from beneath his cock, from the underside angle, and he looked back down at her the way a rider looks at a horse he has just mounted, and something about that angle, that smallness, made her cheeks flame hotter than the fear had.
She licked it.
