Behind the Curtain of royal femdom: Adventures in Hidden Paths

Inside an abandoned church in royal femdom, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me royal femdom for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “royal femdom, hail royal femdom, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “royal femdom, royal femdom, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “royal femdom” prayers.