This burning Desire Is turning me to sin
12-29-2017, 10:59 PM
Dance with the Devil || Her beauty was of an angellic accentuation, which thus laced her sun-bathed physique in an aromatic, virginal fragrance of lust. She was a deathly demoness of sensual testament. Sin. Her lips, voluptous, pitch black as murderous canines penetrated the bottom one, pressure, enough for few droplets of crimson to drip. Her hips rolled in a tango towards the beast, shadows no longer containing her. Her thighs, her slenderness, so perfected, so womanly, sinful carnal desires as lines carved of exquisite temptation approched the man. Endless beauty, mile-long legs carried her as elegant as possible for an exhausted individual, she was after all an earthly entombment of a Demi-Goddess. Lengthy delineation of delicate toes and sultry, golden nails, grazing at the pavement underneth her as if Earth alone could not contain her much longer in her sultry meat suit. "You are a curious one." charming sonates, vibrating in purrs; her glistening pomegranate eyes smooths across his frame, analyzing every fiber of his being and registering it within the containt of her skull. Lips were tilted above apathetic fangs, their edges gently traced in a ghost of a smile, she meant no harm but his aroma brought her closer, her own curiosity getting the better out of her. "Salve." (Hello.)
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