Hands clenched tightly, bringing within it golden strands, clutching on them as though his life was on the line. Moulin clenched his jaw, breathing out hot breaths. He felt as though his body was on fire. Strong limbs held him in place, lifted one of his feet from the floor. the back of his knee hooked around one muscular arm. The translucent fabric fell off his shoulder, baring his smooth milky skin. His chest alternately rose and lowered while he arched his neck, allowing warm lips to touch his vulnerable flesh. There was the thrill of the position and the showcase of strength between them.
Evil Lion wants to have a quickie, and Moulin could not resist his charms. However, what indeed drove the Lion to eat his wife? HeHe.
We need more green hats here.
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