This fiery orange glow descending upon her in the mist of the destruction of her village, I the victor of the vanquished stood above the feeble and the broken with a sinister laughter! now installed as lord and master.
Inspecting my spoils I circled her like the eagle would the rabbit, her eyes followed me in a downward slant, the tension in her hesitation she was refusing a direct confrontation. Her moisten cherry red lip parted slightly yet words were not likely, as she sat in full naked glory washing the war from her body, she never attempted to hide from my lustful gaze as it blazed, she was never fazed .
I the predator standing over his prey this strange change was well on it’s way, not a single word had been exchanged but my eyes were demanding and inflamed. Her fear was never near as I began to softened unsure of my caution. The sightless smile began cutting an edge in the corners of her puckering lips, she crossed one arm over her breast then squeezed them in defiance! yet still in compliance.
She began to run her towel down her outer thigh crossing over her knee spreading her thighs even wider as she moved back up the inside. With each slanted glance her smile grew more intense! now more aggressive I winced. In a moment the fangs of the beast that was ready to tear into flesh, now shaken by the tanginess of this little tryst.
Her whole body began pulsating into this dripping fit, her smile degenerated into this lustful stare that was whipped. On this day I couldn’t say who was the predator and who was the prey.
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