Grabbing her hips, you pulled her down into a seated position atop of you, planning to drive yourself into her drooling cunt, but what you felt was not the wet folds or crazy, slithering vaginal tendrils that came with that hole. No, this was a much tighter one that clamped down on you with the strength of a bodybuilder's fist, but in the surprisingly enjoyable caress of a silk mitt. You recognized it as being her royal heinous' royal heinie.