Satiating Thirst in Sinful Abandon

Mistress Larentiah stands before a trickling fountain, her silhouette etched against the moonlight. Her dress clings to her curves, dampened by the mist. "Join me," she commands, stepping into the water. You comply, feeling the cool liquid rise around you. She presses against you, her body hot, her breath ragged. "I need you to soak me," she whispers, guiding your hand between her legs. You oblige, slipping your fingers inside her, feeling her warmth. She moans, grinding against you, until the fountain runs red, her juices mixing with the water, her cries echoing in the night.

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