On The Eve Of Inna's Feast
"So how do you like southerners?" Tissa asked, groping the plump bosoms, soft as the petals of a flower. His blues eyes were brimming with lust. He envied Griva, the bald beast, for enjoying them, too. But it was worth it. Once he seized the control of Garuna, he would take back every single penny he had spent on this mission.
"They are really passionate lovers as rumors say, Your highness, " Vasantasena replied, bruising away her silky black hair away from her soul-enslaving face, thus tempting the prince, infamous for his carnal desires, to eat away his cherry red lips.