I remember how the wind tore at my coat. It felt like a pack of howling wolves trying to steal what warmth they could from my very soul. I had my arm ...rapped around Jessica and we were walking through a bitterly cold Plattsburgh, New York. When I say it was bitterly cold I mean it was the kind of cold that you just cannot get relief from. The kind where the wind seems to get through your coat and past your skin. I could feel my bones rattling and my joints grinding frost between them. I. It was embued with magic, and when the situation became tense, like it was now, the handle itself would throb. With two hands, the Queen held the sword high above her head.“My warriors, my worshippers, my servants,” she bellowed, her voice echoing off the cavernous walls of the palace. “You must bring me my sister! The traitor! It is our destiny to rule this world, to find our rightful place at the top. These blonde sluts from across the pond-“ she gestured to the gilded cages on either. My Queen I call the Queen of oral splendour, opening my eyes then to see her head bobbing up and down, her earrings dangling and the jewels in her hair glowing as I felt the absolute extract and delight of her tongue wrapping around my plum, the placement of a fresh uncrushed grape kindled in her tongue as she preceded to go down to me once more to enjoy the combined taste of grape and p-hole, it was a sheer delight to feel her excite my cock to the full as her sucks continued. She so enjoyed. I dressed casually and headed for the living room….There she was in the couch making tea for me…..She was sitting in a sexy pose……Her white legs were crossed to one another and her hair was still wet…I wanted to sit close to her to feel the warmth but thought that was a cheap attitude and sat opposite to her…Silence……She did not look at me and focused on the tea…..Breaking the silence, Me: So…….Tea before the sex……Nice thinking…..She did not respond but gave me my tea….and waited…..Rani: There.