Her Fucking Queen

Her Fucking Queen searched for a stretchman to smash. This seems to be a funny exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Queen, who had come to the conclusion it was magnificent. Who would have thought, a stretchman was the item that was chosen.

Her Fucking Queen carried a vibrator that they sometimes annihilate One might say this is a different activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Queen, who had decided that it was in fact, entertaining. Bizarrely, a vibrator would be the item that was opted for.

Her Fucking Queen desperately needed a tomato that they would often break. One might find this to be an extraordinary proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Queen, who feels that the idea was sublime. Strangely, a tomato was the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Queen desperately wanted a tomato that they would sometimes insert somewhere. This could be considered an extraordinary activity, to me and my children, but not to the Queen, who considered that the idea was epic. A tomato was the chosen item.

Her Fucking Queen craved for a dildo that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been an exciting idea, to you, but not to the Queen, who feels that this idea is awe-inspring. A dildo was the item that was chosen.

Her Fucking Queen looked for a bottle of coke that they would sit and look at. It should be an exciting idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Queen, who felt it would be fun. Remarkably, a bottle of coke being the item opted for.