All the women suddenly sat up around Claude, their bodies glowing under the soft moonlight.
Their eyes sparkled with barely-contained lust, each of them staring hungrily at the thick, veiny cock in front of them.
The air was charged with heat, anticipation building in their gazes as they looked at each other.
Freya was the first to speak, her voice trembling with excitement.
"I want to be first, Your Majesty," she said, her cheeks flushed as her bare chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.
Her perky breasts glistened under the moonlight, her nipples taut with arousal, and her eyes were soaked in desire.
Claude raised a brow, amused. 'Looks like they've already reached an agreement,' he mused silently, but he played along, lips curling into a smirk.
"Alright, sweetheart. What style do you want?"
Freya blinked, then looked down shyly. "I… I'm a virgin, Your Majesty. Just… please take care of me."
