[#BDSM #choking #horned #waifu #bigbreasts]
"Naamah. Get me water."
Rafel said this laid on his back on the great bed. The sheets smelled like autumn preserves of [fairy dust]. He immediately guessed it was Hosanna. Or it could be Corazón; now that she was a [Ghost girl], she did have the natural fragrance of garden pixies.
It was very nice to breathe in. He took in the smell in deep gulps. He was gratified for the musk of both girls' lady-cum on him. Hosanna had creamed his dick. And Corazón had left him doused in her so beautiful squirting, his golden abs and shoulder blades glistening under the chamber's lamps like a painted dancer in a god's private soiree.
If he ever ran out of his billions, posing as Apollo or Adonis for plutocrats was certain employment. But with whom and what his relatives were, he had doubt he would ever, forever run out of money: big fucking [soul coins] to spend.
