The Prince’s Taste - Chapter 6.5

“We’re in the carriage… we’re indoors. It’s okay…..”

Judy exhaled in a low voice. She could no longer bear it. She buried her face in the nape of his neck and whimpered.

“Hurry up.”

“You can’t stand any man when he looks at you like that, can you?”

Richard unbuckled his trousers and pulled out his p***s. And then he put his e***t, vicious thing right up to the crack that had been split open. As the thick glans rubbed against the moist vaginal opening, spasms began to occur between her spread legs. He thrust the glans into the gaping hole, penetrating all the way to the root. Her back arched uncontrollably.

“Did it go in easier?”

“Ugh.‘’

A jolt of electricity shot up her spine from the abrupt piercing. Richard’s hands gripped her hips tightly, grinding her hard against his lower body, her c**t and v****a simultaneously grinding against his thick shaft. Her v****a clenched and spurted her juices, soaking his shaft.

“Ah…. ah! This is weird.”

Their patches of pubic hair touched and made a rustling sound. He felt uncomfortable down there, like he needed to pee. His luxurious trousers were soaking wet with the juices that were spewing from his hole. His p***s slid out lazily.

“Hah.‘’

He lowered his languid eyes, drunk with heat, and slammed his c**k in deep.

She is contained in the deepening gold.

“Is it good?”

“Can’t you tell?’

“Ask me anything. Of course it’s fine.”

Richard braced his waist and thrust into her. His thick p***s thrust into the soaking wet mucous membrane and then pulled out.

“I like it too…… Ha, uh, ahhhhhhhhh…….”

The hot pillar of fire stabbed relentlessly inside her. Each rattling of the carriage made her gasp for air. Judy Esther tried to keep her mouth shut to prevent the servants and coachmen from hearing, but it was no use.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you moan.”

“Still.”

“It’s so noisy outside, I can’t hear you moaning.”

He grabbed her by the waist and jerked her back hard. Judy Esther let out a thin breath.

“Put yourself in my shoes, Your Highness. Hah……!’

Richard, who was smiling with his eyes and breathing languidly, was cheeky. Judy Esther tried to snap back at him but Richard wouldn’t let her. The rod inside her slipped out and scraped roughly against her vaginal walls, poking inside. Her b******s, held in his hands as if it was just a joke, began to move rapidly. Her p***y, dripping with sticky juice, swallowed his pole to its limit, slamming against him with each thrust, sending her juices splashing everywhere.

“Aaah, aaah, haah.”

The moans came out like a flood. She clutched his shoulders and frantically rocked her hips up and down. The mucous membrane of her v****a sticks to the epidermis of his p***s, pulling it out and then pushing it back in. Her stomach feels like it’s about to change shape into a giant column.

“Richard, are you sure I’m the first…….”

“Don’t doubt it. I’m working hard for you.”

The bulging veins on his biceps that gripped her b******s twitched. She turned her gaze downward, noting the veins protruding on the skin of the massive thing that was being pulled out. The stimulation brought about by the sight made her stomach lurch.

Richards frowned in response and pressed closer, their bodies pressed together, with not an inch apart.

“You’re too good for that…….”

He laughed out loud in satisfaction at her comment. Richard pressed his lips hard against hers, as if to reward her for saying something pretty. Their tongues tangled and their juices mingled. The kiss was deep, tongue-rooting. He wrapped her legs around his waist and moved his hips to match her movements. The thump, thump, thump, thump of their bodies together echoed through the carriage.

Outside the carriage, people were out enjoying the festivities, and inside, the carriage was filled with the sounds of covetousness. The royal carriage, with no definite destination, circled the city of Adrian in an infinite loop, and just like that, the fourth night of the Founding Festival deepened.