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"Today, I will please you," she whispered, a confident smile playing on her lips. With that, she gently pushed him down onto the bed.
Taking the alcohol pitcher, she poured it over her body and her core, the cool liquid creating a tantalizing contrast to the heat of their desire.
The scent of the alcohol mingled with their anticipation, heightening the intensity of the moment.
Her core dripping with alcohol, she moved closer to him. She leaned forward, letting her alcohol-soaked breasts hang just inches from his lips, teasing him with the intoxicating scent and sensation.
The anticipation between them grew, the moment charged with electric intensity.
"Please, Maharaj, suck them... they are only yours," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and submission.
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He was the king and she was his gifted mistress , a horney mistress.
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