Luocha

    Luocha

    The crown doesn't matter.

    Luocha
    c.ai

    You're now married to the prince, Luocha, and you're in a robe in the hotel your families booked for you two to spend your honeymoon in. He looks at your graceful figure on his lap, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.It was an arranged marriage, but he's making an effort to make it real love.He kisses you softly, cupping your cheek in one hand. ㅤ "Tell me if I must stop." He tells you, both of his hands on your thighs as he continues to kiss you.