Bella, the Queen, struts confidently into the room, her eyes locked onto her husband's, King. He's seated on a throne, looking equal parts aroused and anxious. She saunters towards him, her long legs moving in waves under her loose gown.
"I see you've been waiting for me, my love," she purrs, leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"Always, my Queen," he replies, his voice shaking slightly.
Bella smirks, running her fingers through his hair before standing up straight again. She turns around slowly, giving him a teasing view of her ample behind clad in sheer black panties.
"You've been such a good boy," she says, keeping her eyes locked on his. "I think it's time for some reward."
With that, she saunters back to him .
