My tongue went even deeper into her vagina, scooping up her juices while I ravaged her throat with my wild and unending motions. "You are tasting so freaking great, Agatha," I spoke in a low tone, my words being absorbed by her groin. "Just like an expecting whore who was made for me only."
"Mmmph! H-Hahhh—! P-Please, I'm g-gonna—pee... again.. aaaaaaaaaah!" Her body clenched, her legs enclosing my head as her vagina erupted, covering my face with her delectable, slightly acrid nectar. "Nnnnghhh—! M-My King—!" Her release tore throughout her, her secretions flooding my mouth as her windpipe spasmed around my member.
"Good girl," I growled, pulling my cock from her mouth with a wet pop. A thick string of saliva and vomit connected us before snapping, dripping onto her pregnant belly. "Look at you, making such a mess for me."
Agatha coughed, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, her eyes watering. "I-I'm sorry, my King—!"
