Mylan cast him a dark, venomous glare; his nimble hands frozen in the act of slicing a lean steak. Indian XXX “Which would you like to try first?” His deep blue eyes sparkled of joy. Blissful emotions and erotic pleasure mingled together, building up and gaining intensity; their bond was strong and pure, heightening every touch, every desire, and every whisper shared between them. “Of course,” Izial chimed in, “It would have been incredibly difficult to mate with you, had I not been able to communicate.”
That wasn’t quite what she had meant. “I do not know where you gain such courage.”
She looked over into at his face, and then became lost in his eyes. The awestruck human girl looked up at him, her blue eyes slightly hidden behind her long dark hair. The young woman leaned against Mylan, who stood tall and proud with dignity. Their deep, savoury aroma drifted across the room and filled the air, making her mouth water. Izial raised his head and Jasmine peered up a bit, unsure whether it was acceptable for her to look now.
