“Your Majesty,” Annabel purred, her voice dripping with honeyed seduction as she sauntered forward, her hips swaying hypnotically. Her ballet slippers barely made a sound against the marble floor of the grand hall. “We’ve come to serve you.”Jane, her companion, followed close behind, her movements just as graceful, her gaze locked on Damir Sultanov with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. Both women were clad in delicate, sheer ballet attire that left little to the imagination, their sized sixth breasts , of course—practically spilling out with each step.Damir leaned back on his gilded throne, his dark eyes flickering between the two women. He was the king of this world, a realm where every woman worshipped him with their bodies, their devotion, and most importantly, their sized sixth breasts. And these two were no exception.“Serve me?” he drawled, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?”Annabel knelt before him, her long lashes fluttering as she looked up at him with an expression of pure adoration. “However you wish, Your Majesty,” she murmured, her hands reaching for his boots. “Your pleasure is our only desire.”Jane lowered herself to her knees beside Annabel, her fingers brushing against the hem of her own leotard. “We’ve been waiting for this moment,” she added, her voice trembling with anticipation. “To show you how much we belong to you—and only you.”The air between them crackled with tension, heavy with unspoken promises. Damir’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched them, their submission, their eagerness, igniting a fire within him. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Annabel’s cheek, tracing the curve of her jaw.“Then show me, yours sized sixth breasts ” he commanded, his voice low and commanding.---It had all started with a dream.Damir had been lying in bed, his mind wandering as he drifted off to sleep. He wasn’t sure if it was the stress of his mundane life or just sheer boredom that had led him there, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a world unlike any he had ever known.The sky was a brilliant shade of pink, the air filled with the sweet scent of cherry blossoms. Women of all shapes and sizes surrounded him, their bodies adorned in flowing gowns that emphasized their curves, their breasts impossibly large and perfectly proportioned. They knelt before him, their hands clasped together in reverence as they chanted his name.“Damir Sultanov,” they murmured, their voices blending together in a harmonious melody. “Our king, our ruler, our everything.”He had been crowned that very day, his throne made of pure gold, his palace a sprawling masterpiece of architecture. And the women—oh, the women—were his to command, his to enjoy. They worshipped him, their devotion unmatched, their desire for him insatiable.It wasn’t long before Annabel and Jane had caught his attention.They had been performing a ballet in the grand hall, their movements fluid and mesmerizing, their bodies a perfect symphony of grace and sensuality. Damir had watched them from his throne, unable to tear his eyes away.And now, here they were, kneeling before him, ready to fulfill his every desire.---“ Annabel Jane come with to royal bedroom my Take it off your ballet costumes show me two pairs sized sixth breasts , ” Damir commanded, his voice thick with lust.Annabel’s hands trembled as she reached for the straps of her ballet costumes, sliding them down her shoulders with agonizing slowness. The fabric clung to her curves for a moment before finally falling away, revealing her sized sixth breasts.Jane followed suit, her movements just as deliberate, her gaze never leaving Damir’s face. Her ballet costumes pooled at her feet, leaving her completely exposed, her sized sixth breasts and hardened nipples hardening under his scrutiny.Damir took a deep breath, his gaze raking over their bodies, taking in every detail. “Come closer,” he ordered, his voice barely above a whisper.They obeyed without hesitation, crawling toward him on their hands and knees, their sized sixth breasts swaying with each movement. Damir reached out, his hands closing around Annabel’s sized sixth breasts, the soft flesh yielding to his touch.He squeezed gently, sized sixth breasts relishing the way she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. “Is this what you wanted?” he murmured, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, coaxing them into hardened nipples.“Yes, Your Majesty,” Annabel breathed, her voice trembling. “Every part of me is yours.”Jane leaned in, her lips brushing against Damir’s ear. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.Before he could respond, she took one of his hands in hers, guiding it to her sized sixth breasts. Damir groaned as his fingers sank into the soft, supple flesh, his heart pounding in his chest.“Perfect,” he murmured, his gaze flickering between the two women. “You’re both perfect.”Annabel leaned in, pressing her body against his as she captured his lips in a hungry kiss. Her sized sixth breasts pressed against his chest, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him.Jane’s hands slid down his chest, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. She pressed her lips to his neck, trailing kisses along his collarbone as she pushed the fabric aside, revealing his toned chest.Damir’s breath hitched as their hands roamed over his body, their touches firm yet teasing. He could feel himself growing harder with each passing moment, his desire for them reaching a fever pitch.“I want , two to fuck both you” he growled, his voice low and hoarse.Annabel’s lips curved into a wicked smile as she pulled away, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Then take us, Your Majesty,” she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest. “We’re yours to command.”Jane nodded, her hands sliding down to his waist, unbuckling his belt with practiced ease. “Anything for you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.But before Damir could respond, Jane’s hands were already working on the zipper of his pants, her lips pressing against his chest, her tongue swirling around his nipple.Annabel, not to be outdone, knelt before him, her hands resting on his thighs as she looked up at him. “Your Majesty,” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. “Let me serve you.”And then, without waiting for his permission, she lowered her head...

In the grand hall, Annabel and Jane, clad in sheer ballet attire, approached Damir Sultanov, the king, with seductive intentions, offering to serve him. Damir, intrigued, commanded them to reveal themselves, and they complied, removing their leotards and exposing their bodies. The trio engaged in a heated exchange, with Annabel and Jane touching and kissing Damir, who responded with desire, ultimately leading to Jane and Annabel taking the initiative to pleasure him.

“Your Majesty,” Annabel purred, her voice dripping with honeyed seduction as she sauntered forward, her hips swaying hypnotically. Her ballet slippers barely made a sound against the marble floor of the grand hall. “We’ve come to serve you.”

Jane, her companion, followed close behind, her movements just as graceful, her gaze locked on Damir Sultanov with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. Both women were clad in delicate, sheer ballet attire that left little to the imagination, their sized sixth breasts , of course—practically spilling out with each step.

Damir leaned back on his gilded throne, his dark eyes flickering between the two women. He was the king of this world, a realm where every woman worshipped him with their bodies, their devotion, and most importantly, their sized sixth breasts. And these two were no exception.

“Serve me?” he drawled, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?”

Annabel knelt before him, her long lashes fluttering as she looked up at him with an expression of pure adoration. “However you wish, Your Majesty,” she murmured, her hands reaching for his boots. “Your pleasure is our only desire.”

Jane lowered herself to her knees beside Annabel, her fingers brushing against the hem of her own leotard. “We’ve been waiting for this moment,” she added, her voice trembling with anticipation. “To show you how much we belong to you—and only you.”

The air between them crackled with tension, heavy with unspoken promises. Damir’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched them, their submission, their eagerness, igniting a fire within him. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Annabel’s cheek, tracing the curve of her jaw.

“Then show me, yours sized sixth breasts ” he commanded, his voice low and commanding.

---

It had all started with a dream.

Damir had been lying in bed, his mind wandering as he drifted off to sleep. He wasn’t sure if it was the stress of his mundane life or just sheer boredom that had led him there, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a world unlike any he had ever known.

The sky was a brilliant shade of pink, the air filled with the sweet scent of cherry blossoms. Women of all shapes and sizes surrounded him, their bodies adorned in flowing gowns that emphasized their curves, their breasts impossibly large and perfectly proportioned. They knelt before him, their hands clasped together in reverence as they chanted his name.

“Damir Sultanov,” they murmured, their voices blending together in a harmonious melody. “Our king, our ruler, our everything.”

He had been crowned that very day, his throne made of pure gold, his palace a sprawling masterpiece of architecture. And the women—oh, the women—were his to command, his to enjoy. They worshipped him, their devotion unmatched, their desire for him insatiable.

It wasn’t long before Annabel and Jane had caught his attention.

They had been performing a ballet in the grand hall, their movements fluid and mesmerizing, their bodies a perfect symphony of grace and sensuality. Damir had watched them from his throne, unable to tear his eyes away.

And now, here they were, kneeling before him, ready to fulfill his every desire.

---

“ Annabel Jane come with to royal bedroom my Take it off your ballet costumes show me two pairs sized sixth breasts , ” Damir commanded, his voice thick with lust.

Annabel’s hands trembled as she reached for the straps of her ballet costumes, sliding them down her shoulders with agonizing slowness. The fabric clung to her curves for a moment before finally falling away, revealing her sized sixth breasts.

Jane followed suit, her movements just as deliberate, her gaze never leaving Damir’s face. Her ballet costumes pooled at her feet, leaving her completely exposed, her sized sixth breasts and hardened nipples hardening under his scrutiny.

Damir took a deep breath, his gaze raking over their bodies, taking in every detail. “Come closer,” he ordered, his voice barely above a whisper.

They obeyed without hesitation, crawling toward him on their hands and knees, their sized sixth breasts swaying with each movement. Damir reached out, his hands closing around Annabel’s sized sixth breasts, the soft flesh yielding to his touch.

He squeezed gently, sized sixth breasts relishing the way she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. “Is this what you wanted?” he murmured, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, coaxing them into hardened nipples.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Annabel breathed, her voice trembling. “Every part of me is yours.”

Jane leaned in, her lips brushing against Damir’s ear. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.

Before he could respond, she took one of his hands in hers, guiding it to her sized sixth breasts. Damir groaned as his fingers sank into the soft, supple flesh, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his gaze flickering between the two women. “You’re both perfect.”

Annabel leaned in, pressing her body against his as she captured his lips in a hungry kiss. Her sized sixth breasts pressed against his chest, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

Jane’s hands slid down his chest, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. She pressed her lips to his neck, trailing kisses along his collarbone as she pushed the fabric aside, revealing his toned chest.

Damir’s breath hitched as their hands roamed over his body, their touches firm yet teasing. He could feel himself growing harder with each passing moment, his desire for them reaching a fever pitch.

“I want , two to fuck  both you” he growled, his voice low and hoarse.

Annabel’s lips curved into a wicked smile as she pulled away, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Then take us, Your Majesty,” she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest. “We’re yours to command.”

Jane nodded, her hands sliding down to his waist, unbuckling his belt with practiced ease. “Anything for you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

But before Damir could respond, Jane’s hands were already working on the zipper of his pants, her lips pressing against his chest, her tongue swirling around his nipple.

Annabel, not to be outdone, knelt before him, her hands resting on his thighs as she looked up at him. “Your Majesty,” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. “Let me serve you.”

And then, without waiting for his permission, she lowered her head...

A man finds himself in a surreal world where he is king and all women have large breasts and are eager to please him.

His newfound power and the women's devotion lead to a series of intimate encounters.

He is seduced by two English ballerinas, Annabel and Jane, who worship his body with theirs.

The women's breasts are the center of attention, with both men and women focusing on them.

The narrative explores themes of power, submission, and the eroticism of large breasts.

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