Stand A Chance

She was his eternally, broken into his charming voice, his perfect presence. He was both her King and Kingdom. Smile would turn up her lips and she would run her skull beneath his lovingly, enjoying the masculinity and warmth of his physique. His words would rumble from his jaws, the vibration dancing along her cheek, she would speak in sickly sweet tones back to him. Да не будет у меня так долго, как луна поднимается каждый хороший, мой король. Her supple thighs would recline ever so slightly so that the yellow Queen could bring her own gaze even with his brilliantly colored eyes. Мы выбрали наш дом? Я нашел нашу дочь. Венеция является безопасной и сильной
She had not bore him all sons as a Bella-as he so deserved, but their daughter was a golden exemplification of power and prowess. Her moniker defining her as blessed. She was.

Speech!