The King and Queen

Carrie and Jerome took a trip to the Bahamas. She thought it was just a chance to get some time tanning in, to enjoy the ocean and the seafood.

But that night, in the middle of the most exclusive restaurant on Paradise Island, it became so much more. In a room full of well-heeled socialites and rich businessmen, Jerome sank to one knee.

"Carrie .. when you turned up on my doorstep ... literally," she burst out in laughter and tears, recalling the circumstances in which they met, "You've been what I missed in life. My rock. My love. My Queen." For the other diners, many of them had noticed the Queen of Spades tattoo prominent on Carrie's ankle. He offered the giant gleaming diamond ring to her. "Now would you do the honor of being my wife?"

"Oh Jerome, yes, yes, yes," Carrie gushed. "You're my King. The only man I want to be with," she leaned down, kissing him as the crowd applauded.

She sent you a picture that night. Her pussy, filled with Jerome's seed. Her ring finger, perched on her matching tattoo next to her pussy. Her ring finger, with that big diamond on it. You came almost before you could get your underwear off.