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Anya - after the masquerade
🕑 Added 2022-10-26 02:10:27 +0000 UTCWhen it came to Anya, the ways in which she expressed her attraction and desire were anything but modest. Simple flirting, a wink there, a kiss here - all of that wasn't enough, she had to go crazier. It was like... worship. Aggressive, zealous worship. When a tall, muscular frame of a man bared itself before Anya, and his mighty hands boldly grasped her voluptuous bits, her heart always went aflutter, and fire roared in her chest. She couldn't hold herself from throwing her whole being against the chiseled muscles of the man before her. Frantically she traced her thin fingers along his pecs and abs, so gorgeous. She would cover every inch of this god-like body with kisses, whether she was ordered to or not, showing the depth of her awe. And last but not least, the amazing cock he was sporting, already filling up with hot blood and rising from her "praises", which pleased her greately. It is the greatest pleasure for a woman - to kneel before a man whose worthiness is beyond questions, to be beneath him, feel his superiority. The raw power and desire emanating from this beast would make any maiden, innocent or fallen, want to submit, to fall under the influence of instincts and surrender to his mercy, let him do anything he wishes with her soul and body, while singing praises to his stature every waking moment. To press her trembling, tender lips against the amazingly thick shaft of his cock, trace it's entire mind-boggling length from base to the tip, struggling to grip the meaty stem with her fingers. And it was only getting bigger from her enamoured smooching. The man's heavy hand lied on Anya's head through the whole process, serving as a constant reminder of who is truly in control here. He could grab her head at start pounding her throat at any moment, yet he didn't - it was either a sign of mercy, or a sign of selfish desire to bask in this woman's adoration, while she's down on her knees. Anya not just madly enjoyed the act of submissively polishing the enormous, black dick with her crimson lips and tongue - she considered it an honor and a privilege. This is what gods gave womankind a mouth for, there is no better purpose. Time felt like it stood still, just as in awe of this man as Anya was. When his enormous phallos finally rose to it's full glory, it became the most mesmerizing thing for a woman to lay her eyes on - the massive, long shaft, robust and unbendable, with suitably big, heavy balls under it, crowed with wide, swollen head... Saliva was filling Anya's mouth and her eyes couldn't point in any other direction even if she wanted to, her breath was hasty, greedily inhaling the manly scent that permeated the air. What's next was obvious to both of them.
