Lovely concubine
He pulls my hair aside and nibbles at the earlobe, moaning words in his native tongue, but I believe they speak of love, desire, and pleasure.
His hands roam free and curious on the curves of my body, stopping between my thighs.
I open my legs wider, I grind my thighs to receive his firm and amazing touch, my moans become louder and louder, I moan more and beg for him inside me.
-Nahan, please, more, I want more.
And in my moist, erotic dream Nahan moans against my neck and bites the back of my neck as he probes me through my panties, soaked with honey and expectation, when he orders:
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