my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
As Bastien called for them to get on with it, Amun smirked a bit. The fingers he'd hooked under his shirt began to move. Still bouncing in the split position, he peeled the shirt off. Scanning the crowd, his eyes settled on Rexanna. Winking at her, he swung his back leg forward and rolled to his feet.
Not breaking eye contact, he flipped the shirt between his legs. He rolled his hips, moving the shirt forward and back as he did. Then he started to walk towards her, spinning the shirt above his head as he did. Tossing it aside into the arms of one of the other guests, he pushed the queen back into a nearby cushion.
Straddling her, he ground his hips into her. Standing up with a twirl, his back to her now, he glanced over his shoulder seductively at her. Turning slowly to the front, he hooked his thumbs into the waist of his pants and stripped them off in a quick motion, really the very skimpy underwear he had on.
Thankfully, he'd worn pants that fit over his shoes. Stepping out of them, he reached out for the back of her head. He brought it towards his crotch even as his hips began to rock again, though he wouldn't force her to touch it if she resisted. Even so, he pumped the other hand in a fist that was almost triumphant.
Not breaking eye contact, he flipped the shirt between his legs. He rolled his hips, moving the shirt forward and back as he did. Then he started to walk towards her, spinning the shirt above his head as he did. Tossing it aside into the arms of one of the other guests, he pushed the queen back into a nearby cushion.
Straddling her, he ground his hips into her. Standing up with a twirl, his back to her now, he glanced over his shoulder seductively at her. Turning slowly to the front, he hooked his thumbs into the waist of his pants and stripped them off in a quick motion, really the very skimpy underwear he had on.
Thankfully, he'd worn pants that fit over his shoes. Stepping out of them, he reached out for the back of her head. He brought it towards his crotch even as his hips began to rock again, though he wouldn't force her to touch it if she resisted. Even so, he pumped the other hand in a fist that was almost triumphant.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
