The Black Cliff
With her eyes closed, Regina ran her fingers down her throat, along her heart to her stomach and stopped between her spread legs, stroking herself and making barely audible moans.
The Siren swam up to her, playfully wagging her pale gray tail and befuddling her with a light melody through her closed lips. Pulling herself up on her hands, she crawled into the bowl, slapping her slimy tail on the mother-of-pearl edge and wrapped Regina in her arms. The Queen threw her head back, the palms of the siren lay on her chest and began to massage, forcing the woman to moan louder. With a fanged mouth, the Siren clung to the left nipple, pulling out the milk, and then sank lower. The Queen obediently l
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