Deepwood Weald main kya karoon ram

he was older than he looked from a distance, but his eyes were kind. yakone smiled coyly, closing the last of the distance between them with a fluid grace. his words were of no interest to her. driven by the spell of her heat, her lips found his jaw, teasing nibbles punctuated by featherlight kisses.

she pressed close, needy and shameless. instinct guided her now. seeking to further provoke the man to action, she nipped at his ear with a throaty whine. impatience heated her tone, her movements. yakone never was one to sit around and wait.