The maid screamed. The sound was piercing. High. The sound of a woman whose anal has just been forcibly penetrated. Her body arched— her back lifting off the couch, her breasts pointing at the ceiling, her hands going to his chest, pushing.
He muffled her.
His hand went to the back of her head. He pushed. Her face went into the pillow. The cushion. The fabric. Her screams were muffled— "MMMMMPPHH—! MMMMMPPHH—!"— the sound trapped in the silk.
He fucked her.
His hips moved. His cock slid in and out of her anal. The sound was wet— not the wet of lubrication. The wet of tissue. Of friction. Of a body that is being used without preparation. SCHLUK SCHLUK SCHLUK— The bed creaked. His balls slapped against her ass.
PAH PAH PAH PAH—
"MMMMMPPHH—!! MMMMMPPHH—!!" The maid's muffled screams. Her body jerked with each thrust. Her hands went to the pillow— gripping, tearing, the silk coming loose. Her legs kicked. Her toes curled.
The Crown Prince fucked her.
And talked.
