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The Queen and Her Doll

The room was dark, lit only by soft candles flickering across the walls. The Queen stood before her throne, a massive figure towering over everything in sight. She was dressed in an elegant gown that barely concealed her massive figure, the fabric straining against her curves. Her eyes locked onto the doll lying face down on the altar before her. It was time for their intimate moment together.

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The Queen knelt down and gently lifted the doll into her arms. She held it close to her chest, feeling its small frame pressed against her massive breasts. She walked over to a chair and sat down, placing the doll between her legs. She leaned back, letting the doll slide between her thighs until its face was pressed against her ass.

With a smile, she began to move. She rocked back and forth, grinding her hips against the doll's face. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed through the room. She leaned forward, pressing her weight down on the doll's shoulders. Its mouth opened wide, gasping for air as it struggled to breathe under her massive ass. The Queen leaned back, feeling the warmth of the doll's breath on her skin.

She stood up, towering over the doll. Slowly, she lifted one foot off the ground and placed it on the doll's chest. It tried to push up against her, but its efforts were futile. She placed her other foot on its stomach, pinning him down. She leaned down, her face inches from the doll's. "Do you like what you see?" she whispered.

The doll nodded frantically. She smiled, reaching down and pulling the doll's hair. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, let's see you take a real good whiff of my ass." She lifted her dress, exposing her ass to the doll. It inhaled deeply, taking in her scent as she sat back down on the doll's face.

The Queen began to move again, rocking back and forth on the doll's face. She switched positions, sitting on its chest and grinding her ass into its face. The doll whimpered, begging for air. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against the doll's chest. "Do you want me to stop?" she purred, her breath hot against his ear.

The doll shook its head frantically. She smiled, leaning back and releasing the doll's hair. "Good boy," she said, her voice softening. She stood up, stepping off the doll. It lay there, gasping for air, its face covered in sweat and the scent of her ass. The Queen walked over to a mirror, admiring her reflection. She turned back to the doll, a smile forming on her lips. "That was just a taste of what's to come," she said, her voice low and threatening.

Conclusion

The scene ends with the Queen towering over the doll, her massive figure casting a shadow of dominance and power. She holds a promise of further humiliation and submission, leaving the doll eagerly anticipating her next move.

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