In a realm where desires roamed freely and passions burned hot, there existed a mystical bed known for its squeaks that echoed like whispers of forbidden pleasure. On this bed, a real amateur beauty, with skin kissed by moonlight and eyes filled with wild longing, found herself entwined with a well-endowed Black Knight from a distant land.
As the night draped around them like a velvet cloak, the sultry enchantress straddled her ebony stallion in the revered position of the reverse cowgirl. Her movements were a dance of seduction, her curves a canvas for his primal urges. With every thrust, the bed squeaked in harmony with their shared ecstasy, a symphony of passion that filled the chamber with undeniable lust.
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