<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Deanna Planckard</span><br/>Doc</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/cf4f88a7-5914-46da-ad6e-12ec40e1b0fb_zpscd5280b6.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Deanna knew that Sintrina would be her death. She would torture her with climaxes until her little heart would give out. Or her hole would explode. Or her brain would be boiled. Or whatever, but she would not leave this room alive.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“What was the best sex you ever had? The night I fucked the Queen. And what was the worst sex you ever had? The night the Queen fucked my ass. And what was the last sex you ever had? The night the Queen and I fucked each other..."</span>, Deanna mumbled just loud enough for Sintrina to hear her. She had already gone through countless orgasms with those slaves and now Sintrina wanted her ass. Deanna knew that she was the Queen, she could simply take it, but she seemed to be considerate.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You know that it will be most likely the last time I enjoy sex, right? How should anyone top this night? First those drugged slaves who pulled me from orgasm to orgasm and now you with your wicked hands and tongue. And we didn't even started the rough things in that drawer. Damn, did you test all those things inside that drawer? The spiked things too?"</span><br/><br/>Deanna was totally exhausted. If the Queen wanted her ass, she should take it. But then Deanna would try out some of the weirder instruments in that drawer on Sintrina. She had been shocked of all the sextoys in there. How could someone be so crazy to try all those?</div>