Sand throne under Mon ✅
"She is...My Frankincense "
Darin smiled softly before her body began to move again from the force of the young sheikh, lifting his thigh and letting himself sink into desire again, as a trembling heart.
If you exchange this game for losing your heart, is it worth it?
But she didn't have time to think when the tip of her tongue absorbed her moaning drip by drop, including the moving bottom. The smell of the two molded into one, blocking everything from the outside world, leaving only the pulse of the same pulse.
During a body that is trembling with desire and a heart that begins to tremble because of deception...
She's not sure who she's holding...
Maybe...She could become just another betel nut.
Or maybe she's transformed into something she once despised, a pine waiting for the love of a city ruler.
# Sand throne under MonEpisode 16 The Scent of Dawn. Page 219.
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