𝐒𝐨𝐭𝐚

Snow White's calls to the knight fell on deaf ears, and her days away from the castle were not a redemption, but a torturous withdrawal for her. The holy light in her eyes had long been extinguished, replaced only by the eyes of a beast in heat. Her actions left the prince in a brief daze, frozen in place, unable to comprehend his fiancée's behavior. Until Snow White, with her buttocks raised, completely crawled under the table, and sticky sounds came from the far end of the long table. The prince, half-kneeling and head bowed, saw a scene that would leave him unforgettable and utterly crushed: the noble and pure Snow White, skillfully kneeling between her father's legs, using her hands, which were blessed by the fairy and should have been used to play the harp, to hurriedly unbutton the king's pants and pull out that thick, deep purple, ferocious giant. She didn't even wait for permission before deeply pressing her delicate face against it. The prince saw her show a sweet and satisfied expression for the first time. She stretched out her tongue and greedily licked the liquid on the glans, then opened her small mouth and swallowed that long-missed large sex organ without reservation. The sticky swallowing sound and the sound of saliva blending with water echoed in the silent banquet hall. The prince slammed his hand on the table, glaring at the other end of the long table - the king sat in the main seat, not even lowering his head. He just sipped the red wine in his cup, allowing his long-absent, long-starved daughter to serve his lower body under the table. The prince's eyes were red, and he suddenly raised his silver sword, the veins on the back of his hand violently bulging with anger. "What other conspiracy do you have?!" The prince's roar echoed in the banquet hall, but Snow White and the king's reaction was beyond his expectation. They seemed to be enjoying this forbidden love, completely disregarding the prince's anger and pain.