Lion Head Mesa flax [m]

ramesses watched her with open fascination.
he wondered if even now the new head of egypt had begun to bud in the fertile oasis of her hips.
the man crossed his paws and looked up satsu with a great love, an adoration; an obsession.
"fierce. not a servant. she cut herself in my presence and let it pour onto a skull." ramesses arched a glistening brow. "you will be moved by qiao also when she has returned."