oh i'd dance on that fine ass anytime

"My King.." She would call out to him, her voice carrying out with her soft timbre that was now laced with pleasure and hatred. Her body would shiver when he would nip at her hips, sending the girl's head to spin. "Mmm, my King." She would call out softly to him, leaning into his nips in response to his sexual demeanor. "I do wish for entertainment, but I think this act could entertain and please us both. What do you say, my King?" She would ask him with a soft chuckle, waving her rump in his face. Her tail was still raised and she stayed still, awaiting for the obsidian and pale man to respond. "Please me. . ." Anzhelika would moan out in a soft tone, begging the male. Never had she wanted to do something so simple in an act, that held no emotion for the girl. She knew he could bring her those simple little actions without being wrapped around in a drama filled romance that she would most like to avoid. She craved the throne, and it was enough for Anzhelika that he called himself a King, and her his Queen.