When I woke up, of course, Linda, the early riser, had my early-rising cock in her mouth. After all, I'd been dreaming an erotic dream.
In the dream, I had the Queen drink my semen, said there was no effect, that it had to be drunk directly, had the maids leave the Queen's room, and the Queen had smiled and said, "Come on, drink it for me!" But I thought, "No, this is wrong! I might get the death penalty!" When the Queen's delicate hand wrapped around my cock, her fingers stuck to it so tightly that I felt so good I decided to throw everything away and sink into this pleasure swamp at the cost of my life—then I woke up.
