The pooling in his lower abdomen made it impossible for him not to feel his own erection.
No. Not this. Not for this. He tried to come up with some excuse, any reasoning to deny the emotions he was feeling right now. However, the nightmare showed him no mercy.
The scene shifted and reformed again. Now, the Queen was on her hands and knees, just a few inches away from his side. Thanks to that, Solaris the third had a wonderful, no, hellish view of the knight positioning himself, of his thick, rigid cock rubbing the slick entrance of his wife.
They were so close that he could practically imagine the sound the touching of their privates was making.
The king's breath hitched in his paralyzed chest. This angle was even more vulgar, more degrading than before. He could see everything, the folds of her vagina, the head of the cock entering in and out, the glistening nectar evidence of their passion.
