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Belind wanted to say this wasn’t him, he wasn’t doing this. But instead, he took the crown. And stepped between the doors onto the balcony. Belind stood there, looking out over the huge crowd of people, all here for their new Queen’s coronation. Sat in a chair she smirked briefly at Belind and winked as he stood beside her, naked, white running down his thighs. And it made sense then. The makeup, the hair, it was to ensure that the people knew, the people could see without a shadow of a doubt that it was their former Prince, Belind, naked, dripping with her cum, smiling warmly as he placed the crown on her pussy head. She reached out and laid a possessive hand on his ass as the crowd roared, cheered, jeered at the lewd scene. “How about now Belind?” she asked, looking up at him as she squeezed his cheek, “Do you feel broken now?” Part 8: A New Beginning ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• It’s a long flight all the way to Italy. I try to keep myself busy in the air. 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