Locating the illustrious Calcaria proved easy enough. Mael mentioned she owned the club, so it only made sense that she would be spread out on the center-most couch, completely bare aside from the heavily-jeweled necklace decorating her throat. The center of attention, a queen on her throne. God, and she was gorgeous too. All thick curves and russet-brown skin, dark hair tumbling in sex-mussed curls and eyes the colour of rubies. She faced the door as if expecting us, perched on the cock of the person behind her, her own cock bouncing in the cliff of her hip with every thrust. Two others
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