Lestor woke to a soft knock on the door and a voice calling, "Breakfast, Majesties." He heard the servant walk away and gave half a thought to getting out of bed, but decided he'd much rather go back to sleep. He'd just returned from war. He had earned the right to be a bit lazy.
But his mind was abruptly changed when long, deft fingers wrapped around his c**k. He'd barely gotten his eyes open when the blankets were thrown back and his wife climbed atop him, straddled his thighs, and rubbed back against Lestor's c**k, which was far more awake than he is.
But he didn't need to be completely awake to appreciate the decadent beauty shamelessly splayed across him. He curled his hands around Lucia’s hips, holding her steady as she wasted no time in taking exactly what she wanted, sinking down
