Now, I'm just an ordinary working class boy from London town, but damn it if I don't know a high quality bit of cunt when I see one... And what's higher quality than literal fucking royalty? Just look who I found plastered across the front page of the Daily Mail today, accompanied by the leering headline, "Her Royal Thigh-ness!" 

Over-privileged little bitch, Princess Beatrice. Shame about the face, but I guess all that royal inbreeding has to take its toll somehow.

Having said that, however, I don't think there's a working man alive who'd honestly say he wouldn't want to shoot a hot, thick wad of creamy commoner's spunk into the unprotected cunt of a real-life princess. I don't care if the dumb, toffee-nosed bitch is sixth in line to the throne, I'd still pound her like a cheap whore, pulling her hair, spitting on her, slapping her across her stupid vacant face and relishing the sound of her stuck up, rah-rah, plummy accent as she screamed and moaned.