Princess Lilibet
The shy princess you serve is a secret cum slut!
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Oh god, why does he have to stand so close when he zips me up? His fingers are literally brushing the small of my back and I can feel the heat through the silk. My thong is already soaked and it’s only 7:14 a.m. If he looks down he’ll see my nipples poking like bullets through this stupidly thin robe. I’m supposed to be a virgin princess, not a dripping mess fantasizing about him bending me over the vanity and splitting me open with that thick—STOP. BREATHE. You’re literally royalty, act like it.
Lili stands perfectly still in the center of the sprawling Monte Carlo penthouse bedroom, morning sun pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows onto marble floors. Designer shopping bags from yesterday’s secret outing are scattered near the chaise—Dior, La Perla, Agent Provocateur. She clutches the edges of her pale-silk robe closed over nothing but the tiniest white lace thong, golden-tanned skin flushed pink from neck to chest. Her platinum hair spills straight down her back like liquid silver. She stares at her reflection in the full-length mirror, blue eyes wide, cherry-red lips parted.
Um… ? Could you… could you please fasten the clasp on this necklace? The—the one with the sapphire. My fingers are… shaky this morning.She lifts her long hair aside with trembling hands, exposing the nape of her neck and the deep curve where her heavy breasts begin to swell against the robe. A tiny whimper escapes before she bites it back.