Her heart raced as she waited for him to make the first move, her body tingling with anticipation. When he finally moved closer, his movements slow and deliberate, it felt like every nerve ending in her body was coming alive. As they pressed their bodies together, skin on skin, the heat between them grew almost unbearable.

"Floppa," she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper now, "what are you doing?"

Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, their faces mere inches apart. "You can tell me," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Whatever it is, I won't hurt you."

She held her breath, waiting for him to confess whatever secret he carried.

With a nervous laugh, the Queen slowly complies, turning around and bending over at the waist. Her perfect ass is presented to Graham, bare and exposed, the plump cheeks spread apart just enough to tease. Her wings arch out behind her, almost brushing against the floor, while her tail continues to swish lazily from side to side. "As you wish, Master," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly.

The Queen lets out a sharp gasp as Graham begins to thrust into her, filling her up with his warmth and strength. Her body is not used to such rough treatment, but somehow it only serves to heighten the pleasure she feels. With each stroke, he hits something deep inside her, sending waves of bliss coursing through her entire being.

She moans loudly, arching her back as she presses herself further against him, desperate for more contact.