#421595 - And on a marble throne, in the middle of it all, sits a non-descript, slightly puffy faced man, laurel wreath at an angle on his brow, his toga striped with imperial purple and spotted with falernian wine, and he lifts his head, and look at the girl, and his eyes are like reptiles stirring, they have the dull golden madness of the male lion, and the brazier's fire is reflected in the unholy fires bleeding from them like venom from from a vipers fangs. He pauses, and she feels him remove his mauling hands from her breasts, grasping the hem of her gown, lifting it, pulling it upwards, baring her thighs. She is with us, and we have in our power to make her first lovemaking, her first real experience of sex, her first fuck, something special, something she will remember forever.
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