Whiskey In The Jar
03-31-2019, 10:08 AM
Fragrances bathing in such familial eagerness; breaths, gently unwoven -- the bronze mistress inhaled the woman scent eagerly. Heat rolling amidst perked crevices, her hips rolled in waves, an erotic tango meant to entice. A panting effigy of misted tombs, sighs bedeviled in gorgeous femininity -- heated flesh across heated flesh, as the other approached in an attempt to touch that she allowed. She recognized another seductress when she saw one, a devilish smirk that could force the Devil himself to crawl with inferiority painted itself on full, succulent lips of the draconian woman. She knew the dance, the schemes, the cons. She was all so familiar with them but who was her to deny another woman charms? After all, she did hold the mechanism to satisfy both women and men alike.
Nephthys Ma'at Ithuriel. her violent whisper of her name, graze her tautened cheekbone, in a flaming hiss of acidity. Charmed, I am sure. her words were ushered hotly against the woman skin right before she departed, in a tempting langour of refinement, made exquisite and venomously impure. They were two sides of the same coin. They were impure, deceitful, devilish and deliciously carnal. What do you seek around here, love? her brow arched in question, fiery orange gaze locking on her own, What brings such a delicious treat in front of the devil incarnate? |
