Getting out the room with his heart beating faster and faster with the queen, mother of Qinggee, his fiancee he couldn't help but look at her.
The Queen was a vision of feminine perfection, her body a testament to the art of seduction.
She stood tall and proud, her posture exuding an air of confidence and power.
Her jade-skin was a rich, bright hue, like the finest silk, smooth and flawless.
Her breasts were full and firm, straining against the confines of her tight-fitting gown.
They were perfectly rounded, with dusky nipples that seemed to beckon the eye. Her waist was narrow, tapering down to wide, child-bearing hips that swayed enticingly with each step she took.
The Queen's legs were long and shapely, her thighs thick and toned. They seemed to go on for miles, leading down to slender ankles and dainty lotus feet.
Her ass was a work of art, round and plump, with a bounce and jiggle that could drive a man wild with desire.
