The forbidden throne

In a dimly lit stone castle hall, the old man with a grand wooden throne, dressed in a red royal suit, watched as the short-haired blonde slave servant, wearing dirty blue clothing and a braid, approached him. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous grin, while her perfect face betrayed no hint of the forbidden liaison that awaited. The hall, filled with the scent of old wood and anticipation, seemed to hold its breath as she knelt before him, her large breasts heaving with each breath. His massive cock throbbed in anticipation, ready to accept the forbidden act. She smiles softly, her toes flexing with anticipation, as the cum dripped from her pussy onto his nose, the final touch of their illicit encounter.