<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">Sintrina Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">Queen Sintrina</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://obraz-women.ru/sites/default/files/shutterstock_82491346-1.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-style: italic">"I have to check the inventory...one second, my Queen,"</span></span>Deanna said as she crawled off the bed. Sintrina watched her firm, rounded ass the entire time and licked her lips in anticipation. She barely heard Deanna's comment about the collection she had, only giving a nod.<br/><br/>The woman grabbed some items, laying them out on the bed before she crawled up to Sintrina. Deanna leaned down, kissing and suckling on Sintrina's nipples and Sintrina gave soft pants of satisfaction. Her nipples were very sensitive and she loved for them to be played with. She then felt Deanna carefully place clamps on each nipple and she gave a moan at the feeling. It felt terribly, deliciously good.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF40">"I lack the courage to restrain you as you made very clear that you are the Queen earlier and I am nothing. But a little bit of pain must be allowed, don't you think,"</span></span>Deanna said as she flicked her finger against a clamped nipple. Sintrina jumped at the sensation,<span style="color: #FFBFBF"> "It's encouraged, I believe..."</span>Sintrina replied back breathlessly. It wasn't often people wanted to take charge, scared as they were of her. Only Mikale ever had and for various reasons they had not been in the mood to please one another lately.<br/><br/>Deanna was clearly still hesitant to take full control, but Sintrina was willing to be patient. After all, Deanna had been much more brave than prior lovers and she had a feeling that after she had a taste of control, she would want more of it. Sintrina pulled Deanna on top of her so the woman was straddling her, pulling her head down to kiss her. She still held her face in her hands when the kiss ended and she looked deeply into the woman's eyes.<span style="color: #FFBFBF"> "Deanna, do what you please to me. I need this..."</span>the Queen was pleading, though in a rather more dignified way. But she did need Deanna to, more or less, fuck her brains out. Her hand reached down, fingers easily finding Deanna's center. She did nothing though, except let one finger softly swirl around Deanna's clit and Sintrina's free hand cupped a breast, bringing her mouth to the pert nipple.