It was an unexpected thrill knowing that passersby could see the stiffness of her nipples and the pinkness of her aureolas as her translucent white to...p clung to her damp breasts. She got off knowing that the eyes of so many envious and horny men and women of various ages were on her. She inwardly hoped that her edgy, erotic anxiety would help her overcome the reluctance she held concerning her destination and what she intended to do when she got there. She didn't want to think about what was. The closer I got the higher her knees rose. Then her hands tucked in behind her thighs lifting and opening her…well, her opening. Her pussy was so moist that it just opened up like a flower in bloom. I nuzzled my nose into her slit coating it with the fragrance that I sought all those years. I reveled in her existence. I had made that pussy, I had fucked the pussy that it came out of, and soon I would fuck that pussy too…but first I wanted to kiss her navel from the inside. That was when I. Then, seemingly satisfied, she stands up from her throne. As she stands, her breasts jiggle enticingly.'Come, follow me to my chambers, Jenna. We have much to discuss,' she says. I watch as she begins to walk to her private room. She motions for me to follow. Frowning, I catch up to her.We arrive at her private chambers, a magnificent room of velvet and red carpet. I hear her guards shut the door behind us. I watch as the Queen walks over to her huge bed, and sits down on the edge. I awkwardly. He tried to kiss me, tried to grab my boobs. She squeezed my hand when I leaned over and took hers. He tore at my blouse and ripped three of the buttons off it. I didnt know what to say, so I said, Im so sorry. He got his hand in my bra before I scratched his face. You scratched his face! I laughed, while she giggled and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. I grabbed some tissues from under the coffee table. I didnt even have to let her hand go. I saw him, about a week later. He had these.