Way Down We Go

The autumn mistress would have a face of an angel if her lips would ever break farther apart. The edge was pushed up, scrunching one of her eyes up sensually, almost making the orange appear darker. Her lips parted a centimeter, making it seductive to many. Yet the smile on her beautiful, pristine visage made it clear that she took no offence in the man forgetting about their encounter. You are a mighty opponent. she offered with a purr, melodious tones resonated through her chest, adding to the vibrations. That is correct. she gave a nod of acknowledgment as fire orbs duh holes through the male, inspecting everything he had to offer -- roaming over his muscles and movements, registering his body language within her mind. It took only a moment -- a bit more if she was to be honest because hot damn -- to sit on her haunches with a roll of her curvaceous hips, What is a handsome male like you doing here on his own? Her soft, full lips stretched into a second smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She knew that he was the King of Erövrare brother and that the very same brother was the cause of her misery but there was no reason to show aggression or to not at least try and be civil with the male ; he was not at fault for neither of their actions.