"You mentioned something about me on the bed beneath you, exploring me thoroughly," she replies. "Though perhaps I should call it an altar, decorated as it is with flowers," she teases.
She rubs her thigh over his cock, teases that spot on his back. "I have heard tales of a land where maidens are offered to the chief of their gods as brides. They lay down upon his altar in the temple, clad only in sacred paint and jewelry, and spend the night waiting for their god-husband to come and fill them," she whispers in his ear.
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"You mentioned something about me on the bed beneath you, exploring me thoroughly," she replies. "Though perhaps I should call it an altar, decorated as it is with flowers," she teases.
She rubs her thigh over his cock, teases that spot on his back. "I have heard tales of a land where maidens are offered to the chief of their gods as brides. They lay down upon his altar in the temple, clad only in sacred paint and jewelry, and spend the night waiting for their god-husband to come and fill them," she whispers in his ear.