In moments you feel the sensual combination of pampered skin and rough hands as your millimeters high body is pressed into the queen's back. The oil makes it smooth and slick as you slide up and down the olive toned and taned shoulders. You have a perpetual hardon, but restrain yourself from coming. After what seems like an eternity, the massage stops and you find you are still stuck to the queen's back.
Without the pressure of the servant's hands, you find yourself slowly slide down the small of the queen's back like molasses. Before too long, you slide under her golden bikini like undergarments and into he crack of her ass.
Just as the queen stands up.
She mutters something in what you assume is an ancient Egyptian dialect as you grab onto one of the gold rings that makes up her panty-like clothing. She walks through the palace and you hang on for all your might. When she finally stops, you notice that she...
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