mutiny below

Sashaying hips delivered the woman across the earth with clear grace, and yet there was a perpetual adamance in each languid step she took. She was clear, knowing, and determined to fall to each blow of her more inner desires. To burn her body, to sate it, to allow the earth to ravage her in the most succulent of ways. Cleanly displayed the woman turned her head towards the setting sun in the distance and her ears raised as a subtle breeze delivered his scent unto her nares. Torquing her stature a salacious smirk would envelop her features and the sultry whore would move through the shadows, dancing proudly, and readily, towards him. Such beauty he commanded. Something shone on him that made her yearn for him immediately, and she would waste no time sliding from the foliage, her supple curves accentuated as she turned to the side, flawlessly. Angelic tones leaked from her inky lips for his perfect ears alone to hear, "Do you happen to want to play a game with me?"