The Queen of the Amazons

To you that in the unbridled race of your youth you found a stumbling and yet without falling you came to me.

Abandoned the bow and arrows, she lay defenseless on the still burning bed.

She was beautiful.

Small tapered feet and smooth as silk; thin ankles and long legs of the same color of the olive tree; the triangle of curly hair from which protruded two fleshy lips dripping of my sperm; flat stomach marked by exercise and long bareback rides; small breasts covered with long black hair scattered in hundred volutes.

She was sleeping.

I approached her, I discovered her right breast made flat like that of a man. I put my tongue to her nipple marked by use and time.

She was my Queen of the Amazons.

She opened his thigh and guided me over and back inside her.

We began to fuck again.