If Charles did indeed propose something so lude as to have Anne positioned beneath his desk lavishing his cock with her mouth as he conducted daily business, he would have to offer the Queen something comparable in return. Anne would not object to sitting upon his lap in the middle of a crowded pub, sneakily releasing his cock from his trousers to let him fuck her unbeknownst to the crowd around him. Her layered skirts were good for hiding that much, at least.

But for now, she was beyond amused and thrilled at his reaction to the smooth, cold gems she had put in her mouth. She hummed in delight at his continued praise, and once the stones were warm to the touch, Anne carefully let them slide from her mouth and into her palm to return to the pouch. With most of her tricks utilized, Anne continued bobbing her head up and down, rolling her tongue around his cock and humming in intervals to sent vibrations running down his shaft.

Her fingers squeezed around the base of his shaft, but Anne let the very tips of her fingers brush playfully against his balls, curious of his reaction as she stroked along the seam. Otherwise, she continued her relentless pace of bobbing her head up and down, steadily increasing how quickly she moved, mimicking how he fucked her.