Ass Dressed In The Lioness Skin

A queen in a doorless temple. My name is written on her thighs, to this lion, she is hope, help, and healing. With the crown off she was at her knees. I felt the warmth of deep breaths upon my God given droplet. My sweet honey trickled to the back of her throat, saturating her mouth with my entirety. She drank up every drop and sucked me dry. Covered in nakedness I was captivated. Smelling her feminine presence, becoming a mortal fool, the kingdom was hers.