The interrogation room is dimly lit, the air thick with tension. Princess Irina, dressed in her royal finery, is secured to a chair, her wrists and ankles bound. Mr. Television, the interrogator, circles her like a predator, his voice a low growl. He runs a finger along her collarbone, tracing the neckline of her gown. Irina shudders, her breath hitching as he pulls down the bodice, exposing her luscious breasts. He pinches her nipples, twisting them roughly. Irina cries out, but her cries are muffled by the gag. The interrogator unbuckles his pants, his massive cock springing free. He forces it between her tits, tit-fucking her until he can't hold back any longer, his hot cum splattering her chest and neck.