oh i'd dance on that fine ass anytime

She wasn't usually one to beg for something, but she wouldn't mind doing it for the one who would bring her royally wanted pleasure. "Beg? Oh babe, I'll have you on your knees." Anzhelika would say with a seductive purr, puffing her chest and taking deep breaths. "My King. . . My King. . . My King. . ." She would moan out in labored breaths, her voice getting louder and stronger each time the ivory Queen would call out to her King. "My King sure does know how to tease his Queen," she would say, low grumble emerging from her throat. His little rough nips on her skin drove her ibsane, the pale lady stepping back and pushing her ass up against his chest, waving her tail against his nose, her body begging for his forever touch.