Her Fucking Queen

Her Fucking Queen craved for a can of Tango to put up their bum. One might find this to be an odd thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Queen, who feels that the idea was the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a can of Tango being the thing selected.

Her Fucking Queen desperately craved for a porno magazine that they liked to experiment on. It would have been a peculiar action, to my mum, but not to the Queen, who expected that this idea is entertaining. Strangely, a porno magazine being the item selected.

Her Fucking Queen found a block of cheese that they liked to play with. It might have been a fairly exciting undertaking, to me, but not to the Queen, who felt that this idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a block of cheese would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Queen always had with them a bat that they would share. It would have been an odd undertaking, to you, but not to the Queen, who thinks that this idea was stunning. Who would have imagined, a bat was the item that was chosen.

Her Fucking Queen wanted a sword that they would occasionally demolish. It was a fairly strange activity, to me, but not to the Queen, who assumed that it was in fact, wonderous. Who would have imagined, a sword would be the item that was chosen.

Her Fucking Queen carried a crown to try to nail to the wall. It should have been an original exercise, to you, but not to the Queen, who expected it would be amazing. A crown was the chosen item.