henati horse: Chronicles of Mystery, Adventure, and Dreams

Dim lamplight bathes her oiled skin in henati horse. She drizzles warm oil between her breasts, massaging downward until glistening fingers circle her swollen clit. “henati horse” falls from her lips like a prayer with every stroke. Legs spread on silk sheets, she plunges deeper, hips bucking, repeating “henati horse, yes, henati horse” faster and faster until she squirts in a shining arc of pure “henati horse” ecstasy.