"Oooh, a first timer mmm?" Jata will feel warm hands trailing along his back, suggestive pulses across his spine that are heightened by the magnetic field of sexual bliss that the god constantly carries with them.
A problem with Phoebe?
Stepping forward and bending down with delicious slowness to pick up a pear, the god bit sensually into the greenish fruit letting the juices drip down their chin and arm. As always they were fully naked, the epitome of whatever sexual fantasy was locked deep within the accepted's brain; whether he knew of it or not.
"Well, go on then. You aren't getting any younger hun. Spit it out."
A problem with Phoebe?
Stepping forward and bending down with delicious slowness to pick up a pear, the god bit sensually into the greenish fruit letting the juices drip down their chin and arm. As always they were fully naked, the epitome of whatever sexual fantasy was locked deep within the accepted's brain; whether he knew of it or not.
"Well, go on then. You aren't getting any younger hun. Spit it out."
