Coding Queen And Her Dev Unleash Loads In Mutual Handjob Climax

They didn’t part for the Queen, and somewhere in her mind she registered outrage that these filthy, unkempt people should be so presumptuous. XXX Is my daughter—”
“Dead. Is she not?”
The Queen let the candlestick fly and the mirror shattered. Who else has admired your beauty for your entire life? Gradually, her rage cooled, and a sliver of doubt lodged in her breast, needling her until, while examining the intricacies of the frost on the glass, she realized what she’d done. It ran its cold hands down her thighs and touched her. “So cold, my daughter?” said the Queen. Just breathe, the Queen told herself. The mirror had done its work well. The Queen, as per the mirror’s promise, grew more beautiful every day, and though most of her subjects soon hated her, those who looked on her face couldn’t help falling under the spell of burning, poisonous desire.

Coding Queen And Her Dev Unleash Loads In Mutual Handjob Climax

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