Acting like a queen fucking like a slave

Queen Christine acts the part—chin high, eyes cool—until the two men step in. Then the mask slips. Bob Terminator and Lauro Giotto close around her, and that royal poise dissolves into open hunger. She drops to her knees, takes both shafts in turn, saliva shining down each length. Her mouth moves greedily, no trace of the fine lady left, just a throat eager to be used. The men pull her up, bend her forward. One cock presses at her mouth again; the other spreads her from behind. When they push inside together, her cries fill the room—high, raw, grateful. They stretch her, fill her, rock her between them until she’s shaking, eyes wet, taking every thrust. They finish across her flushed face, marking the queen who begged like a slave.