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>>20155780
I have better thoughts

>Slowly recovering consciousness, you find yourself trapped in what is Queen Bee's lair
>You try to wriggle yourself out but soon find out you are tied to a chair with your ankles tied to its back legs forcing you in a seemingly innatural position
>Soon Queen Bee emerges from the shadows, maybe where there was a door, and walking around at a distance she gives you a sadistic look from above, before heading toward your direction and coming down on you
>You fear the worst, beatings maybe, but instead she crouches in front of you
>She unzips your pants and starts looking at your sh*ft with playful eyes, it doesn't take long before it grows to its stiffest in her hands
>"Now get yourself ready", she announces and she fully gobbles it down in one single move, beginning to bob her head up and down from the root to the tip without ever looking away from it
>You begins to sense a sting in your sh*ft as if needles started piercing it, from what you know, it could be something chemical inside Queen Bee's bright red lipgloss that must have caused a reaction with your body. As her glittering fake nails then grab your b*llsack and start burying into your flesh, you realize she is doing it neither for your pleasure, nor hers. No moans or gagging sounds reach your ears. You have fallen prey to a superpredator hunting for her sustenance, and she is doing it only because it happens to be stored inside your body and she wants it.
>After what felt like a hour you have one of the most painful org*sm you ever experienced. Aching pains are felt with every spurt, while your release never seems to stop. Queen Bee is silent and unfazed, never letting out a breath, never showing any signs of s*xual pleasure that you assume she could have derived from her actions. What's more, you don't hear any noise of swallowing.
>Suddenly Queen Bee stands up, and she begins walking in circles in front of you with the same stern look as when she began, the sound of her heels on the dusty floor echoing in the empty underground room. She passively swills your release in her mouth, then after pushing it to the side of her cheeck she lets you know that it's time for the "Royal Jelly"
>Grabbing your head from behind, she initiates a silent and methodical French kiss with you. The lump, congealed and sweetened by something inside her mouth, slides from her probing tongue into your mouth before pushing you back.

>Slowly recovering consciousness, you find yourself trapped in what is Queen Bee's lair
>You try to move but soon find out you are tied to a chair with your ankles tied to the back legs of the chair forcing you in a seemingly innatural position
>Soon Queen Bee emerges from the shadows, maybe where there was a door, and walking around in front of you she gives you a sadistic look from above, before crouching in front of you
>You fear the worst, beatings maybe, but instead she crouches in front of you
>She unzips your pants and starts looking at your sh*ft with playful eyes, it doesn't take long before it grows to its stiffest in her hands
>"Now the fun begins", she announces and she fully gobbles it down, beginning to bob her head up and down from the root to the tip without ever looking away from it
>You begins to sense a sting in your sh*ft as if needles started piercing it, something chemical inside Queen Bee's bright red lipgloss must have caused a reaction with your body. As her gaudy fake nails then grab your b*llsack and start burying into your flesh, you realize she is doing it neither for your pleasure, nor hers. You have falled prey to a superpredator hunting for her sustenance, and she is doing it only because it happens to be stored inside your body.
>After what felt like a hour you have one of the most painful org*sm you ever experienced. Aching pains are felt with every spurt, while your release never seems to stop. Queen Bee is silent and unfazed, never letting out a breath, never showing any signs of s*xual pleasure that you assume she could have derived from her actions. What's more, you don't hear any noise of swallowing.
>Suddenly Queen Bee stands up, and she begins walking in circles in fron of you with the same stern look as when she began, the sound of her heels on the dusty floor echoing in the empty underground room. She juggles with your release in her mouth, then pushing it to the side of her cheeck she declares that it's time for the "Royal Jelly"
>Grabbing your head from behind, she initiates a silent and methodical French kiss with you. The lump, congealed and sweetened by something inside her mouth, slides into yours with her tongue to act as a bridge.

>>20104694
That shirt is too low and that skirt too short for all the crawling I hear she had to do.