Hitch's legs twitched, his eyes rolled back, and his jaw was slack as a sea of groans escaped him. The blowjob he had gotten in the lake was excellent, but now, with nothing to hold her back, Zipp was annihilating his expectations. She was astounding, sucking him off with whorish expertise that he would have never expected from royalty. Her cool, tomboyish demeanor had always made him think Zipp wouldn't have been the most experienced. Still, either she was a closeted whore with countless ruts under her metaphorical belt or an absolute natural when it came to blowing stallions.