For The Sensual

The copper one wears only thigh boots, the color of soft butter….tonite, she is the "handmaiden." She will measure and weigh the Sydd's "offerings." Sydd—a Nubian beauty—is denied nothing. Anything she might be denied was subsequent to her pleasure. And nights like these were about pleasure. Mmmmmm. The copper handmaiden was proving this from the beginning…so much so that Sydd could hardly disengage herself…liquid—thick, viscous, honey—precum—was cascading down her thighs—both their thighs—Sydd disengaged—only to lick her fingers-she loved the taste of handmaidens…this tall slut in particular….she noticed why….the bitch had not forgotten her man—"R" ("Ramses," perhaps? A fitting name in more ways than one—especially when he slipped into a "max"—her pharaoh, her king….) the handmaiden had gripped his cock—"instrument by which all things will be measured" tonight, by the balls beneath the cockring….it was up, stiff, thick, and oozing. The handmaiden looked at her, and Sydd nodded her consent. She knelt, fist still churning Sydd's thick, hot sceptre….parted her thick, thick, ruby coated lips, and swallowed the head of Ramses' thick, rich, succulent meat.

Sydd stared…intently—intently at this bitch; this bitch sucking her man's cock. This bitch sucking the head of her man's cock. Sucking the head and hefting those swollen, cockringed balls. She stared—the head of her cock; the thick shaft of her cock; the heavy, swollen balls of her cock…..Mmmmm…..so delicious, so fucking delicious….

She closed her thighs on the bitch's hand—and those fingers all up her fuck hole. She was leaking and hot like the slut she was. She closed her thighs, not out of some sense of modesty, but greed. The honey of her asshole was now flowing down her thighs. She wanted to trap it; bathe in it…feel its heat and slickness…. catch all of its scent as a catalyst..a goad to the next round of pleasure. She would make the bitch pay for so much pleasure…later….with pleasure…..