Take Me Back / p] Magdalene

She was a dancer, her lithe bodice patrolling the earth was elegant prowess, divine in every right she was a Queen fit for her husband, a loving mother to her children, and an encourager with words. Her supple thighs would deliver her to the stony landscape. Black nails clicked against it lightly, and the female heard the subtle whisper fall over the stones. The scent grew to her liking, the accent to her amusement. Was it her darling? Her first born? Indeed. An elegant gait would come under possession by the cream woman, her tail lashing behind her rear happily. Disregarding her position for the time being her head would bow around a corner to find the young princess pressed against the Earth. Мой милый, я тебя нашел, наконец, Her words were a soft purr, her frame moving beside her Venetia, her blessing. A tongue would aim to place a motherly kiss upon the cheek of the small woman and a void in her heart filled as another of the family was accounted for.

Speech!