Lion Head Mesa How I’m gettin on

their lover was in his element. jawahir allowed their guest's rush of warm breath to brush over their hips, but tucked their hindquarters out of reach after. the jewel would be used as tribute, but meant to first titillate.
pharaoh's voice tempted. maggie followed. satsu's voice was soft.
they pressed themselves lithely, temptingly, against kynareth's brawny arm. the drop of snow might pleasure the flesh. but only jawahir could hold a man's mind.