About the Black Dragon

His hot, darkly bronzed body pinned her to the bed. The queen's white skin gleamed with purity even beneath the beads of his sweat... She cried out often, and he stubbornly pushed until her cries dissolved into breathless moans. From the sheer intensity of his pace, Her Majesty lost her voice entirely, completely consumed by ecstasy.

"I'm practically made of stone, no need to pleasure me. But you—you are one absolute erogenous zone."

She smiled back, basking in his embrace. She gasped, writhed, and fought to break free, but there was no chance of him letting her go.

Eventually, she begged to stop, completely spent. But he could have stayed buried inside her for an eternity. And so, blissfully happy, they laughed and drank sweet, full-bodied wine...

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Nelli Verkhovska PhD in Psychology For more on alternative relationships, check out my YouTube channel