<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rashid<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Shazadi<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The dances of love and lust, are truly the most hypnotic, and intoxicating of all dances. As his and Shazadi's bodies thrust and ground against one another, a delicate yet rough give and take was established, their bodies each urging to other to higher peaks of pleasure, one climbing atop the other, each seeking that moment of climactic release. Rashid watched with awe as Shazadi collapsed back upon the bench, her hands leaving her breasts to desperately grip the bench above her head, her mind needing something to grip as the waves of pleasure coursed through her veins. He watched the seductive bob and sway of her breasts, now free of any imprisoning hands or clothes, as his every forceful impact sent them jiggling upward, her perfect orbs bucking and swaying with hypnotic grace. The leg curled around his ass, pulling him, desperately grasping at him as her pussy convulsed around his cock. His chest was heaving from exertion, maintaining his rapid fire pace even as her velvet vise contracted around him.<br/><br/>"Shazadi." He whispered in a moan, as her walls clenched and massaged his rod, pleading with it to release his life giving seed, cajoling him to stay inside her forever. But he did not, he heard her words, heard this goddess of the bedroom crying out to him not to stop. He would not disappoint her. He would drive her on, up, and up and up until her pleasure peaked and she could take no more. His lips continued to worship the calf and ankle she rested upon his chest, the only flesh he could reach unless he bent over her, and that would break his rhythm. The hand upon her stomach stroked and soothed, even while it's thumb and forefinger gripped her pearl once again, gently swirling around her nub of pleasure, urging her onward in her pleasure. He could feel his own climax rising, but he had time, he would not stop until her world had shattered with pleasure.<br/><br/>"Again my Shazadi, again." He urged her, his eyes fierce with need and desire as he worked himself inside of her, his strokes starting to shows signs of becoming erratic, his own climax inevitably rising within him.