In the secluded chambers of the ancient castle, a mysterious enchantress known only as Lysandra beckoned to her lover with a sultry smile. Her alabaster skin shimmered in the soft candlelight, a canvas of desire waiting to be explored.
“Watch,” she purred, her voice like silk brushing against his senses. “I want you to enjoy my beautiful body while I masturbate.”
Her lover, a rugged warrior with eyes ablaze with longing, could not tear his gaze away from the sight before him. Lysandra, clad in sheer silk that clung to every curve, moved with a grace that spoke of centuries of seduction. She traced delicate fingers along her skin, igniting a trail of fire wherever they