FACING FEARS
On the throne of a French General,
away at battle,
I fuck his empress.
Our affair is secret save the Emperor’s aide.
She wears her most elegant royal gown,
her crown on her head.
Her cunt is satisfied.
The aide enters as I pound the royal pussy further.
Slipping her hand beneath her dress,
the aide waits.
I nod permission
as she begins to play with herself
as I continue to fuck the queen.
I motion for the aide to come closer.
Still fingering her cunt,
lifting her dress further,
she places her vagina over her queen’s mouth.
Gasping and moaning she reports the enquiry,
“He wants to know where to go next.”
As the three of us shudder in simultaneous orgasm,
my seed filling the womb of the Empress
we change positions to continue our ecstasy
And I state, “Waterloo.”
On the throne of a French General,
away at battle,
I fuck his empress.
Our affair is secret save the Emperor’s aide.
She wears her most elegant royal gown,
her crown on her head.
Her cunt is satisfied.
The aide enters as I pound the royal pussy further.
Slipping her hand beneath her dress,
the aide waits.
I nod permission
as she begins to play with herself
as I continue to fuck the queen.
I motion for the aide to come closer.
Still fingering her cunt,
lifting her dress further,
she places her vagina over her queen’s mouth.
Gasping and moaning she reports the enquiry,
“He wants to know where to go next.”
As the three of us shudder in simultaneous orgasm,
my seed filling the womb of the Empress
we change positions to continue our ecstasy
And I state, “Waterloo.”
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