<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/>The change in position, with both legs now wrapped around Rashid’s waist and part of his weight bearing down on her had Shazadi crying out again even before his lips closed around her aching nipple. Her thighs clamped down on his hips as her cunt convulsed around his cock, ankles locking together, urging him deeper still. “<em>Raaashiiiid</em>,” she moaned, stretching out his name in near supplication as she writhed underneath him, hands releasing the bench to rise and cradle his head where it lay against her chest, pillowed between her breasts.<br/><br/>As he lifted his head, Shazadi shifted her hands to take his face between her palms, staring down into his eyes with her own the color of liquid fire. “I told you, I would milk you dry,” she said, reminding him of her wanton promise given just before they began their dance. “Now, it is<em>your</em>turn to come, habibi.”<br/><br/>Shifting beneath him, Shaza used her legs to pull Rashid closer, driving his cock even deeper inside her, where her muscles began to pulse around deliberately around him, pulling and pressing and tugging against his cock while she squeezed her thighs together, over and over in a determined effort to undermine his control and restraint in the most pelasureable of ways.<br/>