her honey hole, of course

Queenie lays more casually back on the couch, spreading her legs into a nearly spread eagle position, though her knees raised slightly so that her sopping wet folds face a bit upward. You catch yourself drooling and can’t bring yourself to stop. Queenie smirks at the sight, seeming expectant of that reaction

“Go on,” she whispers, and you lunge for it, but she puts a graceful hand on your forehead, a weak limb but somehow more than enough to stop you cold. You lean intently towards her, but her pussy remains an inch or two form your tongue’s reach. Oh god, you can smell it. It’s like everything you’d dreamed of.

“Take it,’ Queenie whispers, even though she keeps you steady. “Drink up your queen’s honey. Her royal jelly. Become one of my true, mindless drones and give in to it.” She licks her slender, lovely lips eagerly and whips her hand away, allowing you to collide your mouth firmly with her pussy.

She bucks immediately, surprised at your enthusiasm as you bury yourself between her thick hips, devouring anything you come in contact with. Her juices are predictably sweet, and run down your throat so smoothly your taste buds scream for more. Her snatch is addictive, and you grasp her thighs firmly, only then realize that she’s spasming rapidly, wailing in a high pitch in appreciation of your willing servitude.