Daenerys Targaryen Bends The Knee
Title: “Daenerys Targaryen Takes Her Knees”
The video begins with a close-up shot of a blonde woman, clad in a shimmering gold gown, kneeling before the camera. Her green eyes sparkle with defiance as she looks up at you through long lashes. It is Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons and Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. Yet today, she kneels not to receive an offering or swear loyalty, but to grant you a rare privilege.
“ocomplete control,” she rasps, her voice husky and filled with hidden promise. Slowly, tantalizingly, she runs a hand up the fabric of her leg, hiking up the hem of her dress. Higher and higher, revealing more and more creamy skin until you see a tantalizing glimpse of lacy black panties. She parts her thighs, exposing her most intimate place to your greedy gaze. “I am Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons…and today, I bend the knee to you.”
With those words, she leans in close, her lips parting to take your shaft into her warm, wet mouth. She starts at the base, tracing patterns along the underside with her tongue before working her way up to the tip. Her hand encircles the rest of your length, pumping slowly as she suckles. Daenerys takes her time, savoring every inch of you as if you’re a fine delicacy she’s been starving for.
She bobs her head, taking you deeper with each pass. Her other hand comes up to gently cup and massage your balls. The sensation is exquisite, almost too much to bear. She senses your impending release and doubles her efforts, her eyes locking with yours, twin pools of emerald fire. She wants to see the look on your face when you give in to her ministrations.
Suddenly, she pulls back, releasing you from her mouth. A string of saliva connects her lips to your cock. “Not yet,” she commands. “I want you to fill my mouth with your seed. Mark me as your own.” Quick as a viper, she dives back in, taking you to the hilt. She swallows around you, the sensation unlike anything you’ve felt before. Your climax builds, coiling tightly at the base of your spine. You grab fistfuls of her hair, guiding her, fucking her face with abandon.
With a hoarse grunt of her name, you come, spurt after spurt of hot cum flooding her mouth. She takes it all like a champ, never pulling away until you’re completely spent. Only then does she sit back on her heels, a satisfied smile playing about her lips. She parts them slightly, showing off your pearly essence coating her tongue before swallowing it down. It’s obscenely erotic.
“Thank you for your offering,” Daenerys says, once she’s gathered herself. She stands, straightening her dress. “Now, it is my turn.”
