Throb

*sings* When I think about you
I touch my-self
I touch myself..
*giggle*

One must stretch after a good workout. Very proper and right.
 
THROBBS said:


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Cushioned spots were found everywhere she looked and the Lord led her to one of them, were another black robed man already reclined.

"Kneel beside Lord Danand, Syrah."

Syrah felt it hard to comply, her slow response to his commands was due a lot more to hesitation than a sore back. Syrah was smart enough to comply to an order given within another's hearing, so she knelt and kept her head lowered, hoping she would be able to follow his orders. In her heart she still doubted.

"Exquisite. Ah, Arion, where do you find them?"

Syrah fought to remain calm. 'Arion. So that is his name! And only an equal would use it.'

"Everywhere," Lord Arion answered.

Lord Danand pulled her by her hands, making her fall over his lap. Syrah could feel him tracing the burning marks on her back.

"Went easy on her, eh?"

"First time."

"Oh, you are so patient. I bet it pays. Though how do you keep her obedient like this?"

"I ask her."

His friend chuckled, "Really? Ask her now."

"Syrah, I want you to please Danand just as you pleased me earlier."

A cold terror struck her heart. Had she done anything wrong? ’... anger him, and he will pass you around ...

Biting her lip she moved to open his robes, but Danand stopped her. "I believe you. Kneel a little further away, let us look at you."

Syrah complied, though her hopes of respite were short lived.

Danand knew exactly what he wanted. "Part your legs. Nice. Rise a little."

Both Lords regarded her with growing amusement.

"Free your breasts from the veils," Danand demanded.

Syrah complied though now she was blushing freely.

Danand smiled at her, visibly pleased. "Tuck the fringes in as well."

Lord Arion looked straight into her eyes, then he asked, his voice a whisper. "Touch yourself, Syrah."

Her tears were about to run. ‘Not like this,’ she thought. Reluctantly she sent her hand to her clit, and started stroking it shyly.

The light-haired only Lord smiled as he corrected her. "The way I would do it, Syrah."

The girl sent him a desperate look, then proceeded to finger herself more convincingly. Her face was stained with her tears, yet her juices were running just the same. 'They will surely share me. Both of them will be inside me. I can hardly take my own Lord without pain!' Her fingers slid into her slit easily, as she imagine them taking her, using her.
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mjl2010 said:
Helllo T-Fans!

I see more interesting stuff here

MJL

He is kind of tireless, isn't he?

:D


babygrrl_702 said:
Lovely snippet Marahat!

It is not an exact fit, that dancing woman does not look all that shy to me... but it made me think of it.
 
Very Nice!

I love watching dancers caress themselves while dancing and adore watching "floor work"
 
Just popping in to say hi and thank you to Throbbs and Maharat for sharing dancers with us.

:D
 
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