Concubine's Carnal Embrace

In the harem, the concubine finds solace in her own touch, her fingers dancing over her silken skin, imagining the royal touch. The king, hidden, watches, his desire growing. He commands her to continue, his voice a low growl. She obeys, her body arching as she pleasures herself, her moans echoing in the chamber. He can't resist any longer, mounting her from behind, his hands gripping her hips, pounding into her with a ferocity that matches her own hunger.

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