Aiden's lips claimed the Queen's with renewed hunger, his tongue pushing past her lips to dominate the kiss. One hand continued its firm, possessive squeeze on her massive breast through the luxurious white gown, fingers sinking deep into the soft, overflowing flesh that spilled generously over the lace trim. The deep, hypnotic valley of her cleavage quivered and jiggled with every movement, the creamy skin warm and yielding under his touch.
The Queen moaned into his mouth, the sound low and involuntary, her body arching slightly despite her best efforts to remain composed. Her long platinum-blonde hair cascaded across the sofa, her golden crown still perfectly in place, a stark contrast to the way her voluptuous body was responding to him.
