Who cares

You realize that they are playing you, but you are getting some fantastic sex out of it; at least you think it’s amazing. You were a virgin before this point, after all. So you just relax and enjoy the moment. You take control of your own hands and begin to caress Queen Beatrice's massive nipples. Her nipples are practically poking through her nightgown. Her hardening nipples' extra length causes her already short nightgown to rise ever so slightly, ending just below the angle required to see her pussy. Noticing your eyes, Elizabeth comments, "Look, he is straining to see what is making him feel so good." She notably avoided calling her mother to prevent the relationship attachment from coming back up.

"Is that true? Do you want to see what lies underneath this ..." she runs her fingers along the hymn of the fabric, " thin fabric."

She is using her womanly ways to tease you, and all you can do is a nodd of approval. "Well, then we'll just have to see." She plays with the edges of her night, twirling them around her finger, but never moving enough to expose any more skin underneath. Your hormones have taken complete control over your body by now. Your body urges to see more, more of what is under that thin fabric, more of her womanly skin, but the more your hands pull at the nightgown around her tits, the more her hands pull her dress down below her waist. Even though she is fucking you, and yes, she is fucking you, not the other way around, she got complete control over the situation, and everyone in the room knows it; she is still is being an **** cock tease, only making you want to try to fuck her even more. Your body quickly gained a mind of its own.

Your hips wildly thrust upward and into her, but her skill prevailed. Despite all your thrusting, you make no ground. She matches each of your thrusts with her own movement, ensuring your cock doesn't go any deeper, and no more of her skin was exposed.