Like a leopard, elegant, inviolable, yet so licentious and unrestrained, as she entered the room, the scent from sandalwood permeates in the air, worshiping her presence. She lights up 200 candles with her breath, for a second, like a summer breeze blowing on his face, wearing a ceramic golden mask. Sheer chiffon with fiery red that touches her body so gentle, shapes her snowy bosom breast, he desires to unravel her, to kiss her, to bite her, but he could not, because he is apprehended and shackled by two naked men.
"Hungry? my love." She says with a alluring glare.
"Unshackled me please..." He thinks that instead of resistance, if he can challenge her with his masculine power.
"Loosen you lips, my love."
She ignores his inquiries, put a cherry in her mouth passing it, with her shivering and warming tong, into his mouth and she snaps his hip bone.
"My Queen, Cleopatra ..." while his muscle flooded with boiling stream, they cuddle and hypnotize themselves into endless fantasized lusting illusions. (1-1, Mindancer)
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