"I want to taste you.” His voice seduced her. His body, costumed in a linen kilt and a mask of the ancient Egyptian lion-headed god of the massacre, made her body burn.
It was inappropriate, unprofessional, but when he spoke, “I’m not a gentle lover. I’ll take you fast. I’ll take you hard, and I won’t stop until we’ve both come,” Diana willingly took the plunge into decadence, forgetting where they were and who she was.
Well wow. Another erotica... not bad though. A little role play? Short story, a good one. Hot Steamy and a egyptian god?? Weeeeeeee!!!!
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