Lion Head Mesa Meal for one?

Expectations. Expectations. Expectations. She should have grown them. She did not. It was Senmut's arms entangled with her body and her tongue to his skin that came next to unravel her. Perhaps it was her lack of intention that made their friction a saints resurrection. His hands rolling through the sheets by the sides of her head turned into a pure obsession she made him repeat time and time again. She was far from shy when it came to cracking a smile and a sultry, damning giggle to something she found fun in.


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Rolling to her other side, her eyes darted across the ceiling. Wowwww! And so pretty! She squirmed back over to see his face. Taunt! "You wish me to be? You'd teach me more of the High Priest Gods?" her nose motioned upwards, where the Gods resided. "A Priest to be Pharaoh,  yes?" She turned her head to the artistry of his room as she asked so, nearly no question to it. As if it was obvious she believed he should be.