The frog king laughed, turning about and waddling back to the bed. “Of course my queen,” he said, grabbing her legs. With a quick motion he looped her legs over his own and gently pushed his cock to her opening, teasing the folds and listening to Sue gasp and moan, writhing in need. The frog let her do so for a minute, then suddenly jerked his hips forward, impaling Sue in a single motion.
“As you wish.”
Sue’s back arched, a scream of pleasure ripping from her throat as her pussy clamped down on the massive cock inside her. “Oh god! Oh my god!” she panted. Never had she felt so full! The frog king chuckled, slowly pulling his cock back, and then ramming it forward once more. Soon he was plunging his cock violently into her pussy, his strong hind legs sending his length rocketing deep into the former hero.
Sue screamed in pleasure, her fingers curling in the silks of the bed as she bucked and moaned.
“Who is your king, slut? Who do you belong to? Tell me!” the frog demanded.
“Ooooh! You are! You-ah-are my king! I’m your bitch, your slave, whatever you want! Just please! Please-ah! Sweet Christ, don’t stop!” Susan moaned, her breasts bouncing as she was fucked raw. The frog king laughed, redoubling his efforts. He had finally done it, he had conquered his new queen at long last. And to the victor goes the spoils, he thought as he plundered her pussy with his cock, a low groan announcing his orgasm as he filled her with his seed.
Sue groaned at the feeling of the frog filling her with its spunk. She gasped, cheeks flushed and shivers of pleasure running down her spine as her king’s tongue shot from his mouth, wrapping about a breast and assaulting a pert nipple. She had surrendered, given in to her lust, and she didn’t care one bit. She melted into her king’s touch as he lifted her from the bed, planting her on his lap, cock still sheathed within her. It was she who began to bounce upon him, throwing her head back and screaming her surrender to the world as she felt his cock drill inside her, her pussy weeping in orgasm all over her king’s cock.
Thus the frog king took his queen, both enjoying their honeymoon all through the night. Sue soon lost count of the number of times she had come, merely marvelling that the frog managed to last until her voice had groan hoarse from screaming in pleasure. When the frog king finally went limp inside her and lay back upon the bed, Sue had crawled over him and began to worship his balls with her tongue until he was ready to fill her once more.
At some point, both king and queen collapsed, exhausted onto the bed, where they slept, Sue curled against her husband, her thighs stained with evidence of their coupling.
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