Cassiopeia paused just long enough to strangle the involuntary flutter as the vibrating cock punched into her core mid-sentence. "I have been observing him for weeks now, he has the patience of a man twice his age."
Madeleine's eyebrow lifted, fractionally.
At her same time the construct rotated too.
Cassiopeia didn't gasp, but her mouth produced instead a small, throaty little sound that could almost pass for polite enthusiasm.
'Yes, Mother, that was definitely not the sound of my cunt trying to suck this toy into next week. Nothing to see here.'
Her thighs trembled violently beneath the elegant skirt. The juice between Cassiopeia's legs had completely betrayed her — it was no longer underwear but a drenched, sticky swamp she would be waddling out of here with, leaving a shameful wet spot on the antique chair like a horny calling card.
