He
put his mouth close to her neck. Her smooth skin invited thoughts of lust. All the excitement that his hot breath promised
left her lips dry, her breathing cut and her nature wet, her intimate parts that,
for once or twice... Oh! For so many times, he has claimed as his. He was
her King, her Daddy.
Wasn’t
that the most sensual of the prophecies?
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