there’s a time and a place for that sort of thing but it never, never involves the queen. as citizens of her planet she should only ever be the subject of our adulation, salutes and banger hymns.
what we must never think of is her quivering breasts as big p readies himself to unleash a royal load on to her. only philly windsor should grow tumescent with the sight of her regal pouch being presented as she bends over an ornate chest of drawers, gifted by the king of portugal in the 1500s. only a cousin or another blood relative would be worthy of glimpsing the royal butthole, bleached and gaping after receiving a well mannered forearm.