Countess' lover

The night is as dark as a dark curtain, and the stars are dotted with the lonely moonlight.The date palm trees and willows by the river are already blooming green. The fragrance of the trees is mixed with the turbidity of the river water, forming an unforgettable taste in memory. 3000 years can change too much. The tradition and culture of ancient Egypt have passed with time, but the Nile River at midnight is still peaceful and beautiful.

"Here... a lot has changed."

The yellow sand dissipated, and two figures quietly landed on the beach along the river.

"It's been so long, how can there be no change!" Compared with Imerton's heavy sadness, Orthea's attitude was much calmer.Although she stayed in Egypt for more than a year, most of the time was spent in the temple.It's really hard for Althea to understand Imerton's feelings if it's not her homeland.

The high priest was silent. In front of him was an extremely old ancient willow tree with long branches hanging down.The half-fallen wicker slid into the river, gently stirring the waves. There were also rows of willows here 3000 years ago, but this one is obviously not where it used to be.What about people?

Unlike men's long silence, women are often more concerned about love.Orthea stepped on her feet and covered the eyes of the high priest with her fingers, "Imorton, are those trees prettier than mine?" She leaned closer to him, with her small hands around his waist, as if if the man said no next moment If she gave her a satisfactory answer, she would pinch it down hard.

There was helplessness in the high priest's eyes, he pretended to be serious and nodded, "It's really pretty."

Orthea was upset, and she was even more merciless in her attacks.It's just that the body of the high priest who has gone through 3000 years of suffering has long been out of the frailty of human beings, and his waist is as hard as a piece of iron. How could Orthea be able to move it with just a pinch?

Wrapping the small hand with his left hand, the high priest pulled out his long arm, and Orthea was already tightly attached to his body.The goddess was startled at first, but when she realized it, she narrowed her eyes and turned passive into active.He tore off the high priest's head with both hands, and bumped his lips hard with his feet.

She said it was a collision, because she completely ignored the distance between the two of them and rushed over, even her teeth collided.But so what?Goddess Orthea stuck out her tongue and slid between the teeth of the high priest, her dexterous little tongue aggressively licked and collided with the high priest's mouth.Before officially declaring the initiative, he was directly suppressed by the man even more forcefully.

Unlike her recklessness, the High Priest's kiss was gentler but undeniable, easily regaining sovereignty with a single swipe of the tip of the tongue.However, what he wants is not just as simple as Orthea, he wants more and does more.

The palms pressed her back lightly and lightly, and the already light and thin clothes were even more difficult to complete in the hands of the high priest.Feeling the heat rising little by little, the cool night seemed to be covered with warm ambiguity.Orthea groaned uncontrollably, and suddenly pushed the high priest away.

She had a strange expression on her face, panting lowly, her eyes touched the bewildered look of the high priest, and she couldn't help laughing. "Dear Imerton, didn't you take me to the Nile River to take a bath? You seem to have not taken a bath for 3000 years..." She said with a little disgust and teasing.

After speaking, the High Priest's expression was even weirder than Orthea's.There is not only dissatisfaction with the cessation of passion, but also an indescribable self-disgust.He really wanted to say "Of course not" to Orthea. He remembered clearly what she said outside the sarcophagus that she wanted to do it by the Nile once.However, as the high priest who bathed at least four times a day, thinking of the sentence of not bathing for 3000 years really reminded him that he could not continue.

"Together?" The high priest frowned and looked at Orthea.

Orthea shook her head, pretending to be serious, "I still have to undress, you go first! Hurry up, I'll be fine soon."

The high priest didn't fight any more, and looked at her with darkened eyes, which made Orthea feel that he had unspeakable grievances.She couldn't help laughing again, her High Priest was so cute!

"Go, go!" she urged.

The high priest walked slowly towards the river.The water of the Nile River was clear and swift. It was the spring flood season, and the waves in the river rolled and slapped the man's body.Orthea looked at him fascinated. Every morning and sunset, he watched him walk slowly to the holy lake like this.The pace is steady, with piety and solemnity.Such a high priest is her favorite.

His back is very broad, forming a very nice trapezoid from his shoulders to his waist, and the shoulder blades on both sides extrude to symbolize the prominence of strength.Her thighs stepped into the river one after the other, and every swing made her heart beat faster.It is a kind of masculinity, the natural attraction of the body to women.Orthea wanted to scream, her high priest figure was still so good.

"Orthea?" Imerton went deep, and the river had already reached his chest.There was a smile in his eyes, obviously Orthea's fascinated appearance satisfied a certain psychology of his man. "Are you still coming?"

His voice was really terribly sweet, deep, and pressed into her ears one by one.Ortheya couldn't help blushing, but she looked at the high priest forcefully, showing a provocative smile, "Come here!"

She started undressing.

Ortheya changed into a moon-white gauze dress tonight. Layers of tulle slipped loosely from the shoulders to the thighs. The thighs were all single-layered, very loose, and the well-proportioned legs were looming inside.With the wind blowing, the long skirt surged like waves.

The high priest felt his throat dry, and his goddess pulled the veil off his shoulders.I don't know what kind of design it is, as long as the shoulders are fixed, the skirt seems to have lost all fulcrums, and the entire skirt falls under the pull of gravity.A strand of hair curled around her finger and brushed playfully across her cheek.She stuck out her tongue and ran it between her fingers.

So sexy!It's almost unbearable.She walked towards him, her pure white body seemed to be covered with moonlight.The High Priest's gaze was drawn to her quivering chest and between her legs.Yes, his goddess is still so pink.

"Does it look good?" His goddess walked up to him and asked him.

"It's beautiful." The high priest replied honestly, the water was up to her neck, and he couldn't see the scenery below.He felt a little regretful, and stretched out his hand to help Ortheya brush the hair in front of him, but Ortheya grabbed her hand tightly.

She lowered her head slightly, a faint pink floated on her cheeks.She said, "Remember what you did when you first met me?"

Orthea drew his fingers closer, and indirectly drew the High Priest closer.She sucked his index finger in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.It seemed to be the same as the small mouth below her, the same moist, hot and soft, wrapping him tightly.

"How could I forget?" Imerton said in a deep voice.That was their beginning, and he was on fire.

Orthea blinked at him, sucked more vigorously in her small mouth, and said vaguely, "Then...do you remember what we did that time in the desert?"

His goddess is more annoying than 3000 years ago!Emerton clearly understood.

"Unforgettable forever." Not only the beautiful and addictive taste, but also the never-ending relationship-their love!

Orthea let go of his fingers, and licked his lips with the tip of her tongue, as if complaining, as if dissatisfied, "Your fingers are too thin, I still like thicker ones—" She pressed against him, soft Rubbing his chest lightly against his, he said provocatively in an extremely serious tone, "Can you satisfy your goddess, dear Imerton—high priest?"

How could she be so annoying?

"That is my duty, venerable goddess Althea."

The high priest could no longer maintain any calmness. He grabbed her little hand between his legs, put one arm around her waist, and asked reverently and dangerously, "Does this satisfy you?"

She squeezed a scorching heat into her palm, and the slightly cool river water seemed to become hotter.The High Priest's palm wrapped around hers, and hers held the thing tightly.Orthea was surprised and shy. Even after sleeping for 3000 years, this guy is still hot and hard, even bigger than before.

"Are you satisfied?" The high priest slowly massaged her waist, without a trace of fat.His hands slid up and down, rubbing his way down his back to his buttocks.Orthea's buttocks are round and upright, very plump, and she is very patronized by the high priest.

There was a shivering feeling in the tailbone, which was refreshing and sad.It was as if all the bones, skin and flesh of his body were melting in the palm of the man.Orthea groaned uncontrollably, her body leaned against him softly, and her little hands moved subconsciously.

The hard and hot guy flicked in her hand, and she could even feel its beating through the slightly convex meridians.A little sticky fluid secretes from the tip, and this little caress makes it even more exalted.

"Move again, Orthea, move again—" the high priest's hoarse voice rang in her ear, he bit her cat ear, the white cat ear was almost white and transparent, but now it was gone Stained a watery red. "Wash me clean..." He pressed her hard towards him, and his big hands went around her back to knead the plumpness of her chest.

"Yeah——" Orthea couldn't help but yelled, her little hands tremblingly clenched and moved.Because in the river, as long as the hand is loosened a little, the water will scramble to squeeze into the gap, which makes it even more difficult to control the hand that has little strength.

The high priest didn't groan like her, he only expressed his feelings with low gasps and practical actions.The delicate kisses mixed with sucking and biting spread from the cat's ears to the neck, and the bright red strawberries were soaked, like a cluster of gorgeous flowers.How can it only come here?

He supported Orthea's hip with one hand, and lifted it up vigorously.The buoyancy of the river made it easy for him to complete this action.Orthea let out an inexplicable exclamation, and looked at the high priest with wet eyes.

Without responding to any word, the high priest just held her firmly and walked towards the river bank.Orthea could only wrap his legs around him to ensure that he would not be washed away by the water.With her legs spread apart, this posture made her get closer to his lower abdomen and the erection under his lower abdomen.Orthea shyly found that the thing was not far from the petals. As long as she slid down a little more, or the high priest straightened up, the thing might be able to slide directly into her vagina.

What a pain!Orthea put her arms around the high priest's neck and tried her best to go up, but she ensured that the bottom was exposed to the water.

The bright red buds have a beautiful and transparent color under the night, like a glass bead, but they are soft and delicious.Without too much hesitation, the high priest directly opened his mouth to take the red bead on her left chest into his mouth.The breasts that were already wet in the river water became softer, as if they were about to melt in the water, and they could hold the cock with a light suction.

"Umm... Eh, Emerton..."

"I'm here." The high priest replied devoutly, but his actions were not devout at all, like a hungry little beast trying to eat her whole.

"Don't, don't bite--" She groaned and raised her head, her back bent into a graceful arc, but she sent her chest into the high priest's mouth a lot.

"Bite?" He mumbled, holding the bud between the tongue and palate and stretching it to the longest position, then stopped for a while to bite the other side.He smiled and asked her, "Is that so?"

Orthea screamed, her fingers clasped the high priest's shoulders tightly, and her neatly trimmed fingers almost sank into his skin.Her chest was numb and hot like a fire, and the crispy feeling spread all over her body.Under the play of the high priest, the two red fruits turned deep red, from soft to hard at the beginning, and even the areola circle was red and attractive.

No part of the skin floating on the water can keep its original whiteness, and the whole skin reveals a kind of tenderness and shyness.But the high priest still didn't want to end it like this, and the two fingers holding her buttocks quietly penetrated into the deep closed cock.After rubbing on the thick petals twice, he directly opened the opening of the acupuncture point, and opened the closed door.

"No—ah—" The river water entered with the fingers, and the sensitive flower beads were stimulated to secrete juice before they were ready, and merged with the river water.Her body trembled under the tide without warning, the muscles of her whole body tensed and relaxed, only the layers of tender flesh in her penis kept squeezing and opening and closing.

Before getting used to the lingering aftertaste, Orthea's body slumped down feebly.Her back seemed to have suddenly touched a cold and hard stone wall, and the next moment, the thick and burning thing had quickly slid into her body.

"Hmm—Imorton—" Althea yelled loudly, her clear female voice tinkling like a spring and as charming as a willow branch.Her back was against a large stone standing on the bank of the river.The legs were spread apart and coiled around the high priest's thin waist, and Imerton supported his buttocks, without any support other than that.She felt as if she had become a sailboat in the sea, which could only shake feebly under the surging wind and waves.

The speed of Emerton coming in and out was very regular, almost the moment the waves of the river slapped her body, it entered her and then pulled out, two different objects collided with her body together.At this moment, Orthea regretted why she proposed to do it by the river!

The numbness and pleasure of the tailbone poured into the brain in waves without interruption, and it seemed that the divine power that drove the whole body also rushed to the bottom of the tailbone.It was as if something was about to rush out of the restraint of the body following the collision!

And it did rush out!

Emerton, who was holding Althea, suddenly felt a long, slender, furry thing stretching out from between his fingers.He slowed down and caught it with his hands in the water.As if alive, it was still connected to his Orthea's body.It mischievously avoided his capture, then triumphantly broke through the water and hooked his arm.

That turned out to be a white cat tail!

Emerton touched it with his hand in amazement. The tail was thin and long, and the fur was as soft and smooth as brocade.Although it is soft, it has toughness, and it will sway regularly because of his collision.

"Orthea—my goddess," the high priest praised sincerely, "How many things can you surprise me?" He looked at her no longer just pure love, but also a deeper level of obsession. Thought and possession.No matter how much time has passed, no matter whether his goddess has changed or not, she can only belong to him and must belong to him.

Imerton penetrated her hard again, moaning loudly at Althea, who hadn't realized what was happening to her.The layered petals began to shrink and retract, and a large amount of flower juice rushed out in response to the owner's pleasure.Such tightness and wrapping made Imerton equally happy, and he suddenly reached out his hand to brush the tip of the newborn cat's tail and rubbed it.The goddess who just passed sex screamed again, and the muscles of her lower abdomen contracted more forcefully than before, as if there were thousands of small mouths sucking him.The high priest snorted, and also sent his own essence into his goddess.

The savings of 3000 years obviously won't be exhausted in just this one time, and the guy who hasn't quit yet stands upright again.He tenderly kissed away the tears of Goddess Yin Gao~Chao, and the second round of sprinting started again.

The difference is that this time, he seems to be able to discover new sensitive points of the goddess again!