Or maybe you want to stay a bit longer and see something else? You do know you're invited to join in and watch us in our private moment, right? It's up to you, but I've ordered my prince to accept my pee and a large load as I come back home in a pressing hurry, having been holding it in while shopping this afternoon.
The queen, Siya, was a stunningly beautiful plus-sized woman, adorned in an elegant black dress that hugged her voluptuous curves tightly. Her long silver hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, emphasizing the sensuality that seemed to radiate from every inch of her. Her ruby red lips curved into a seductive smile as she laid herself on the bed, watching her husband eagerly awaiting her return.
Her husband, the prince, was handsome in a more traditional sense; tall, lean, and muscular – he made quite the contrast to his sumptuously endowed wife. He kneeled on the floor next to the bed, his eyes locked onto her, endlessly. He couldn't tear away from her as she was the blue ocean to his desert, the cool breeze on a hot summer day. He craved her touch, her words, and the sweet sensations she could invoke within him.
He watched as Siya reached beneath the golden blanket covering her, revealing her round ass cheeks and enticingly shaved mound. The anticipation built between them; she knew what he wanted, and he knew that sooner or later, he'd be receiving it. As she removed her hand from beneath the bedding, there was a visible wet spot where her juices had seeped through. It seemed that even the thought of their reunion was enough to excite them both.
Siya settled back onto the pillows, crossing her arms behind her head as she looked down at her husband. He couldn't bear to wait any longer; he leaned forward, positioning himself at her entrance. Before he could enter, she licked her lips, already tasting him on her tongue. "Are you here for my freshly shaved pussy?" she purred, her voice low and seductive.
He couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but nod eagerly. She smirked slightly before clenching her fist, pumping it up and down his shaft. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, taking him deep within her. It was like falling into oblivion; all he could feel was the sensation of her warmth enveloping him, and the knowledge that he was finally reunited with his queen.
As they moved together, their bodies in sync, something else began to stir within him. "Speak, my love," she commanded, her eyes full of lust. "Tell me what you want." He moaned softly, struggling to find the words. "I want your pee," he finally managed to utter, surprising himself as much as he did her.
Her eyes widened in surprise, but there was a hint of curiosity too. "You want my pee?" she repeated, slowly withdrawing from him before plunging back down. "And what else?"
He knew what she meant; he'd seen the videos, read the stories. He wanted it all - he wanted to feel every part of her, taste every inch of her. "I want your load," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I want you to cum inside me."
She gasped, feeling a rush of excitement course through her. This was different – this was new, something they hadn't explored before. She tightened her grip around him, urging him on. "Say it," she commanded.
"I want to taste your pee," he repeated, his voice stronger this time. "And I want to feel your load filling me up."
She could feel him trembling beneath her, could hear his heart racing. His need for her was palpable, and it thrilled her to the core. With one last thrust, he buried himself deep within her, holding her tightly as they moved together in perfect unison.
"Now," she breathed, her lips close to his ear. "Tell me what you want."
His reply was immediate and eager. "I want your pee," he said. "Let it flow - I'm ready for it." She leaned down, connecting their mouths in a deep, passionate kiss. As their tongues tangled together, she felt the familiar stirrings within her. She knew he was close – she could feel it in every thrust, every moan.
And then, just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he pulled away, releasing her mouth. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself as deep as possible, hitting her sweet spot with unerring accuracy. She let out a long, low moan, feeling the wave of pleasure crashing over her.
As she came back down to earth, she leaned down once again, this time whispering directly into his ear. "Taste yourself," she commanded. "Taste your princess's pee."
With trembling hands, he reached down between them, finding her entrance and pushing two fingers inside her. Instantly, he felt the warm, sweet liquid filling his mouth, and with it, a newfound sense of intimacy with his queen.
As they lay there together, their hearts pounding in unison, she leaned in close, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. "Welcome home, my prince," she whispered. "You've been missed."
