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Lady Andariel
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Words whispered, feather-like she speaks to his needs with an artist’s touch.
Softly upon his skin she blows sweet breath, lips painting love with a brush of lust.
Escaping from his lips, a moan, a deep guttural sound that stokes the burning embers inside the blooming petals of her core.
Her tongue derives such pleasure when his body begs for more.
She is his Goddess, his Queen, and his Whore.
The Lady Andariel 