Her prey’s head twisted in her bust, either trying to escape or to sample its fruits at will. Regardless, Cleopatra kept his face buried within the deep valley; it was her who would determine when a slave could indulge in her breasts. Right now, they were a tool of submission, hindering the breath and muffling the cries, yet at the same time stirring sensuous pleasure into the body.<br/><br/>Cleopatra moaned as his cock slid in and out of her. The man’s hands spread her cheeks apart, the tips of his fingers probing the tight circle of her ass. Had they been in her private chambers, she might have had him fuck her up the ass.<br/><br/>Her pace increased, the sounds of her buttocks slapping against his lap. It lacked the loud wet smack of bare hips on ass, and the fabric of his clothing was unfamiliar, not the smooth oiled skin of a bed slave. The chair creaked and scraped on the cold floor, but she remained devoted in the furious mating that she desired.