. . . As the night goes on, she can feel the passion growing inside her as she awaits her young lover. She is due any minute and the thoughts of what is to come is really beginning to excite the stunning warrior. A fire is raging, both in the small room, and in her loins. It's been too long since they were together, and she is ready for some lovin. She drops herself down before the fire onto the lambs wool rug that covers the hardwood floor. She begins to slowly remove her famous leathers in anticipation of her arrival. Out of a small leather bag she pulls out a piece of fur. She wraps it around her full hips. She finds out that it doesn't make it all the way around her. Digging into the bag again, she pulls out a rather delicate looking gold chain and attache s it to the long, soft, tan and brown fur she has wrapped around herself. "I really thought this would fit better than this". She mumbles under her breath. Taking a swig off her mug of wine, she lies down onto the fur. Thinking to herself, "Gods, I want h er, now!
As the wine takes effect, she unconsciously begins stroking herself. Gliding her hand over her stomach, and squeezing rather firmly, her large, erect nipples. She sighs open mouthed with every sadistic pinch. Her eyes closed, she snuggles down int o the luxurious fur beneath her. Her erotic pleasure growing more with every touch. The large wooden mug now lies empty and unattended beside her. Her sighs have become moans. She fondles her breasts with great fervor. Sprawled out, she now reaches up und e r the small fur wrap to finger herself. Inserting one finger, then another and another. With each stroke she drives deeper and deeper into her womanhood. The sensations utterly overtaking her robust warrior body. Back arched, hips thrust off the ground, a n d her head thrown back in ecstasy, her pussy throbs under her hand. Her juices flow freely from her and taste sweet as she licks the sticky essence from her long fingers. On the verge of release, she hears a noise from outside. Even in her frenzy her warr ior instincts drive her to her feet. The heavy door opens to reveal the silhouette of her young lover. Still panting, the dark beauties pale blue eyes become heavy, and before her lover can speak Xena says, "get over here, NOW!". . .
"Feel the Heat"
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