Anne chuckled, either way she got what she wanted; ever the spoiled queen. She may have surrendered her vast array of jewels and fine gowns, even her ruling scepter, but her attitude had been with her long before she'd been crowned. It wasn't about to change. And oh, how she loved it when he called her 'your majesty' - the very words from his gravelly tone could set her to purring in that very instant.

"I'll keep that in mind," she replied coyly as he pushed up her skirts. She enjoyed a good game as much as anyone else - she could abide by such rules.

When he slid his cock out of his trousers it was hard to resist the temptation to let her fingers play with it. But before she even had the opportunity, he'd slid inside her with such ease and strength. Feeling him pierce so deep inside her, Anne couldn't help gasping and bringing her hands up to squeeze his arms. Her walls quickly clamped around his length, squeezing tight - still recovering from her initial orgasms.