Stand A Chance

a quake awoken from the age old dragon's throat, relishing the caress of his wife. he would never in a million years tire from the delectable and supple feel of her body along his. Да не будет у меня так долго, как луна поднимается каждый хороший, мой король. her voice, like a sweet songbird taken to the skies, would dance around the bellator baron's crown. no, never would he tire. Мы выбрали наш дом? Я нашел нашу дочь. Венеция является безопасной и сильной, as her affable gaze met his extoling gape upon her very precense, the candied air seemed to be stuck with a pin. his posture, which had held a less than regal gain to it, was now straightened and molten honey pools drew away from his love to rest upon the rising sunset. я слышал царства, seracia. adumbral threaded audits swiveled in the direction of the margox, the now stoic don awaiting any comments she may have. while any other woman held no voice within his presence, it was she and only she who had any chance at changing his mind.