Your Majesty is Annoying!

digging between her buttocks forword.

With a strange feeling, Medea gasped and grabbed the bedsheet.

“Ugh, huh…oh … .
Ah… … .
ah… oh, my… .”

“Millie… … .
Does it hurt?”

“Oh, no.
It doesn’t hurt, but… … .”

It was a strange feeling different from when he pushed himself in from her front entrance.
As Medea barely endured the strange stimulation that twisted her whole body, the number of her fingers gradually increased.

“Ah, ahh, oh… … .
stop… … .”

As Medea pleaded a strange sensation grew, Lyle halted his fingers.
He instead enjoyed her back tightening as he fiddled with her soaked petals.

“Huh… … .
your Majesty… … .
Yes!”

As he gently kneaded her flower soaked in in perfume oil and honey, a shuddering pleasure ran throughout her body.
Medea looked back at Lyle, at a loss about what to do.

“I think I’ve loosened it up enough… … .
Medea, can I spread your ass?”

The discomfort seemed to subside from that side.
Lying sideways, Medea while being caressed by Lyle, hesitated and looked at him.

“Your Majesty… … .
I- I’m only doing this for the rest of the duration.
I won’t do it this way if we can sleep properly……!”

“Yes, I know.”

Medea had tears in her eyes as Lyle soothed her in a sultry tone.

She turned from her position on the bed with her knees bent.
There was no pressure on her stomach, and she could spread her ass with her hands, and this was the only way she could do it.
She was still not confident enough to lie down right now… … .

“Haa… … .”

Lyle had put a lot of balm on the inside of her ass, so it was strange to feel the inside of her ass tingle.
Medea spread her ass cheeks to the sides, being careful not to touch it.