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Your white luxurious body slinks towards me Melting my resolve to resist you. Short kinky scarlet curls swirl piquantly About your cocking head as you advance a la nude Smoothing lavender nails up the curved bowl Of your belly to pluck and pinch your nippolae To dark ruddy hardness and offering your lusting soul You wantonly display your alabaster bounty. Cocking an arched eyebrow you cradle swaying powdered puffs In a brazen cradle of white forearm while dipping lavender talon To fluff tiny trimmed arrow of gold dusted burgundy muff. You turn to display and lure your coveted Cock Sheik into your body's salon. Flickering orange torch flames in the tent you have captured your dark captor Gleam on your white hips, adorned only by long thin gold chain Splitting the blood red gleam of your oasis of woman rapture. Shamlessly displaying in profile your scarlet treasure to claim. Squating in obeyance and supplicant, baring white teeth and open mouth, The flame-haired harlot splays her bare knees apart to part her cocktal sheaths. Licking lush pink tongue over orange puffy lips she offers choice of soothe: The shining cruel sand eyes of captor ponders the carnal gifts she bequeaths. Silently, a jewel-ringed finger parts my white robe revealing red Arabian enclave His beautiful entertainment gasps with desire and flicks her tongue, Flutters her lavender fingertips over dewy scented red scimitars eager to enslave On the fiery spear brandished amidst gleaming black curls that irresitibly clung. With both hands her Cock Shiek chooses the gift of her white submissive visage Brandished dagger handle of the dessert phallus touchs her puffy orange lips. With a snap of his fingers he bids her engulf his hard leathery silken rage, The brown blood-stained hand pushes the back of her head and mouth slips... Slowly onto the silk root. She moans, opens legs wider to clinch her essence Another gesture and a slave enters behind the beautiful captiva She feels him take up the length of gold chain and feels the tiny golden restraince Ripple tautly high inbetween her split tent of herself and her clitora. Her Cock Shiek engulfs her tongue and mouth with his sword of possession. The orange lips slither and suck on the sweetest hardest cutting sword of all, The smooth brown pillars of his thighs invite her lavender finger tips to obcession. Slowly swelling on harlot's tongue, the lance of dominance towers tall. While the slave behind the invitation of white buttockian confections Pulls the thin gold chain tightly rubbing it against the harlot's clitorian The scarlot captive lavishes devotion to her ravisher tongue lashing with invitations Pushing her courtesan's pillar back and forth on her gold binding chain. A silent snap of bejeweled finger and the flame curled pleasurer is cast aside. The flames of torches dance on wet sheened rampant male scimitar. She is raised, Cock Shiek bids her stand...and the midnight black bare slavar Behind her clutches her posh bottom and lifts her upon the Arabar. She casts both arms to her sides arching her back, pushing hard nipples Into bared chest...feeling her cinnamon slick portals parted Brutally, quickly by wet living marble spear, opening her craven ripples Violating her voluptuous wetness splitting it achingly aparted. The violation is sacrement as ridged dessert rogue reams past her crown, Her captive bottom is pulled off, and slid back on by the bidden Nubian, She clutches, clinches, squeezes, husks her self, engulfing the Arabian. Running, dripping liquid lustessence on the exquisite midnight crown. Taking her pleasure, arching her white voluptuous breasts to the bared wide brown chest. Engulfing him in the long-denied convental cuntal opening to brandish Her lust on him and secure his favor, She flutters her wet love palms on him as the dark slave slides her along his length. Only to feel another fleshly probe stroking between her white pillows of flank. The Slave was entering her groaning and worming in without mercy She draped her arms about the raping Shiek's neck and clamped on Shrieking out her pleasure as two cocks vamped in counterpoint in her circles of Circe.
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