my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun had been having a blast, dancing as if he didn't have a care in the world. The shoes he wore made every movement practically drip with sensuality. Still, he'd been promised more fun than this, so, when there was a lull for a moment, he made his way into the back room.
Wearing just the shoes and his skimpy underwear, he couldn't help but smirk as he caught the tail end of Loren's words. "Why am I not surprised you don't know what do in an orgy, stick in the mud? Although I am very surprised to see you here." The potter's voice was mocking, and he made sure all eyes were on him as he peeled off his underwear slowly, then kicked off the shoes. Placing both in a box, he swaggered forward, hips swaying with each step.
When he reached Bastien, Amun lounged next to the host. Reaching out, he traced a finger down Bastien's bare chest. "Should we show him how it's done?"
Wearing just the shoes and his skimpy underwear, he couldn't help but smirk as he caught the tail end of Loren's words. "Why am I not surprised you don't know what do in an orgy, stick in the mud? Although I am very surprised to see you here." The potter's voice was mocking, and he made sure all eyes were on him as he peeled off his underwear slowly, then kicked off the shoes. Placing both in a box, he swaggered forward, hips swaying with each step.
When he reached Bastien, Amun lounged next to the host. Reaching out, he traced a finger down Bastien's bare chest. "Should we show him how it's done?"
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
