The Forbidden Fruit of Shudai

Shudai's fingers trace the intricate carvings on the ancient wooden door, her mind racing with forbidden thoughts. Pushing it open, she enters the forbidden temple, her silk robes whispering against her skin. The air is thick with incense, the atmosphere charged with centuries of suppressed desire. She finds the statue, its stone eyes seeming to follow her as she approaches. Falling to her knees, she reaches out, her fingers brushing against the cold, hard marble cock. She shouldn't, but she can't help herself. She leans in, her tongue tracing the veins, her lips parting to take it in, her body aching with taboo lust.

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