• Alii Nui

    *she takes up the newly made whip, smiling as she remembers the weight and feel of it as it crashed upon her flesh, the hot bite of each knoted tail, her crimson locked mane falls in firey waves down her supple form as she moves over to the fur upon the dias kneeling by the couch, settling the whip there before rising and moving swiftly to the closet, opening it with a flick of her slender digits, reaching in and taking out the silver polish and leather soap, moitioning to a girl to fetch her warm water for the soap and taking three clean cloths putting them over her left shoulder padding quietly back over to the dias, her lush hips sway and roll in seductive pleasure, midnight eyes of blue glow brightly, lush lips of deep red are curled u…

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