Lion Head Mesa ma' muhalaa

sayf was enchanting.
in this moment did ramesses understand his own love for jawahir: the jewel was not here, and yet the care with which sayf had been chosen was apparent.
the coyblood's mouth roved over him. pharaoh was touched and roused in a different way.
eyes darkened with a deep lust, he urged sayf on and leant his head back against the stone, eagerly and fully surrendered to the skill of the brazen little harlot.
ramesses would not come from those pools for some time.