The Queen’s long nailed fingers gently separated Jayne’s moistened cunt lips, her hymen glistened, “She’s intact,” she said, “She’s also Lesbian.” The Queen paused, “Would you like me to push my fingers deep in your cunt?”
“Yes,” Jayne said in a tiny whisper. Diplomatic exchanges had been lengthy and tedious and now the happy union between Prince Harold of Moronia and Princess Lilla of Transvallia had been arranged to cement the union between the two nations after twenty years or so of sporadic war. He pulled out rapidly, “She bit me.”
Lilla commiserated, and kissed his dick better, “Better make sure it still works,” she advised and she lay back and guided it back inside her willing cunt. “Sadly so,” the King admitted. Egbert, the fit gardener?” Lilla asked. “No but we can have lots of fun,” the Queen suggested. “Not again,” the Queen agreed. Lilla was not happy, crammed in to a carriage for two days with her ladies in waiting was no fun at all. Lilla was outraged but Harold was fit, seriously fit, so when he
