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Cock Princess

Cock Princess

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Chapter 1 The King is Coming 1

Word Count: 1235    |    Released on: 08/06/2024

fell from the sky and fell on the muddy ground, causing large and small water waves all over the place. It w

black, with no other carvings or decorations, and no traces of water at all. It doesn't look like a carriage belonging to a wealthy family. But the strange thin

rse. The houses built of stone were not only old, but most of them looked a bit dilapidated; even those who stood under the eaves to take

tone walls about two meters high. A watchtower has been built nearby and is heavily guarded. Several guards came down from the observation deck, opened the gate, and let the c

h the Forbidden City or the Palace of Versailles, the area is smaller than an ordinary palace. It is no different from an ordinary rich man's mansion, a

rved patterns; the door is made of cedar wood, and there are some carvings on it; ot

collar on her collar, you could tell that this person must be a priest. However, it seems a bit strange for a fe

n, her bright eyes are green, and her small lips are pink. Although the breasts are not v

and a female servant hurriedly walked up to her and said to her: "Please

st said in surprise. "So,

will never be able to give birth to a baby.

anquet hall, walked up the stairs, and turned into the long and narrow corridor. , keep walking forward, passing the doorways of one room after another, until you reach the end of th

the room, except for the windows, wherever there is a little space, there are all kinds of oil paintings of different sizes hung on them; strangely,

s is not a study room, there are two large bookcases placed in the corner. Both bookcases are filled with books and roll

ourse a seven-foot-tall mirror and dressing table in the room; however, the most

ne silhouette after another; the queen was exposed in full view of

ere several young men sitting on the bed, holding the Queen's hand tightly. Hands, with worried expressions; their bodies exude a scent, their lips

th his tender left hand. Unlike other male prostitutes, this man is wearing a set of powder blue long-sleeved clothe

es, short black hair that reflects soft light, light red lips, and smooth skin. With such a

he Queen, and spoke softly into her ear. The female priest stared at the Queen's face and found that her long and straight golden hair had becom

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