<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Shazadi<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Crimson Palace (con't 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>Rashid<br/><hr/><br/>Now this was worthy of her Goddess. One final thrust and Rashid impaled her on his cock. Her gasps and cries joined with his as voice echoed against the walls of the alcove, letting all within earshot know just what they were up to, though Shazadi hardly cared. There were similar noises coming from other alcoves anyway, as other patrons found unique ways to get dirty before getting clean. She and Rashid were hardly unique in this regard. But she doubted that any other woman had been pleasured<em>quite</em>so thoroughly, or by someone with such exquisite skill, stamina and prowess.<br/><br/>A delicious ache permeated her limbs, suffusing every muscle. Warm and content, with Rashid’s body a welcome weight on top of her and his cock still inside of her, Shazadi would have been content to remain where she was for the rest of the day. One arm stretched lazily over the sweaty expanse of his back, fingers kneading the muscles while the fingers of the other tugged at the damp strands of his hair, each press of his lips a welcome gesture of affection as much as an erotic element.<br/><br/>Shazadi chuckled softly at his words, still content to remain still. “<em>You </em>did all the work,” she teased. “I was simply the happy beneficiary of your beauty, generosity and magnificent skill. And for that, I thank you, habibi.”<br/>