When you've been crowned the Queen of Spunk it's important to make sure your subjects obey the rules and implement them conscientiously. Those that wish to pass through my garden must first release their load donating it to the spirit of wild roses. Some need my skilful hands to help waken the dark spirts that stiffen their shafts and some need eager lips with a wondering tongue. Let the Queen of Spunk take control of your throbbing cock and lead you to climax spurting your load over the crown jewels.