Forget the king of beer. I’m the she-king of beer, the trans queen. The-Queen-of-Beer ! As you can see, my scepter is quite impressive. It is my crown achievement, my source of power over my subjects. I should not have to reveal that to you, but I’m 41. A regal age. My siege might be in Mobile, Alabama, but I welcome subjects from anywhere. That’s you. Bow down before me and pay tribute to my big royal rod. Do I really have to tell you what I mean by that ? Otherwise I might have to cockslap you near your mouth before you get my point. But maybe that’s what you wanted all along. You naughty jesters. Since you’re so entertaining, why don’t you grab yourself a bottle of beer too. We’ll chill a little. Nothing better to dilate your bosom and to get you prime and ready for what is to come.
On your knees now, we shall perform the sacred act. I will breed you with royal sperm. Don’t fret, I shall apply a generous quantity of lube before penetrating you. We don’t want to cause you unnecessary pain. It shall be a pleasing experience for both of us. And while we’re at it. I’ve got some extra pairs of fishnets and pantyhose. If you want, I could lend some over to you. I’ve made the first move, now it’s your turn to do your part. Reach out to me and let’s discuss.
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