Dahozhoni Meadow Correr

"y todavía te estás follando sus sobras," silvertongue flung back. she was not insulted by any epithet thrown at pharaoh; he had been more than juárez would ever match. in the sand near their camp, she flung herself down, hips readied in the way she knew he enjoyed, hatred clear in her eyes as she gestured impatiently. whatever ruined this for juárez was her pursuit now. her tears and pleading had roused him in a way she doubted that her malicious compliance would do now. but how could he make her do as he wished? silvertongue did not believe he was able. this truth was another triumph, and she laughed up toward his face as she lay in the piled grains, hoping to incense him.