She was already standing next to his stone bed of passion and love. She is his izigir. His girlfriend in this world. Eternal his Elohim is now his life's companion, from the moment he fell from Heaven here into the world of people. But he was able to build this world, and she helped him in this. This

Izigir. Mistress and demon. Black crawling like a shadow, like a meandering black snake. She now stood before his throne of unbridled passion of love. She looked, not looking up at him, leaning against one of the high supporting columns of the ghostly stone temple, next to his bed and admiring his beauty of the Incubus. She madly loved him and considered herself his wife in this world built by both of them. Their only world, and no one else.

She slowly with a black shadow moved away from the column and swam up in the fog to the very bed of Eloim. How did you sleep, My favorite Elohim? - she asked him in a soft, hissing slightly serpentine voice - I must have disturbed your peace? Forgive my love - and she crawled on his bed of love and clung to Eloim's chest. Looking straight into his eyes, his snake pupils of the black as coal of his eyes, said again - Or are you not happy to see me today, my beloved Eloim? Or am I not nice to you as before? Or have you badly danced your snake dance of love? My handsome Elohim!

He also looked at her those snake hypnotic Succubus eyes on Izigiri with a pointed, sharp-nosed face and said, “I want to see him again!” My Izigir!

And Izigir without saying anything, slipped from his body right into that creeping white, like curly milk, like she herself is a living fog. She disappeared into it. And he sat high in his bed of passion and love, began to look to where his Izigir was to appear again in front of him. In that mist that creeps along the floor of his temple, which began to rise from the very floor of the temple and wind in a spiral around its own axis, higher and higher. Inside this fog, a sound resembling a kind of ringing and rustling began to sound out and out of the fog, women's thin wriggling waves in gold thin bracelets of a hand appeared and then the entire bare body of a young very dark and very beautiful girl. Flashing with black eyes like coal and shaking nude with its magnificent female breast. She is this black-haired demoness brunette with a pretty girlish face with curly soaring curly and very long hair, almost to her very coolest ass. Curly, like a whole mass on her under a gilded hoop crowning the head of snakes. Ringing gold in his ears with big earrings and all in gold jewelry. The rustle of a white transparent lacquered veil falling down her beautiful full bare legs to the very floor, thrown over a narrow gold smelting. Tight, tight on her crotch and hairy pubic, and on the girl's swarthy steep thighs, in a gold, loincloth belt. This is all that was on it. She tugging from side to side naked, full in an oval above the cut of narrow bottoms and that belt with her girlish belly, exposing him forward with her round navel, and drawing circles to them Izigir began her dance. Succubus dance. Dance of passion and love. Serpentine belly dancing in front of her lover Elohim. Under the blows of the invisible tomtoms and the invisible drums in that stone temple, she squirmed in front of him like a real young flexible and very beautiful snake mistress, seducing him with her dance again in a thick fog above the floor.

As a female, eager for procreation, Izigir danced this dance of love before Elohim, and Elohim went mad with her snake dance. This belly dance.Dance of passion and love. He gazed again, enjoying her flexible movements of materializing from the black shadow, squirming in the incredible movements of a beautiful and dark young girlish body. It was always a prelude in front of their marriage bed. Their closeness in this

their common temple of love and unbridled passions in the common world built by both of them, which Izigir frantically guarded from all uninvited guests, and especially the earthly tempted by Eloim rivals. Who went crazy with his beauty, like Izigir herself, and sought to preserve them with Elohim, love at all costs in this general illusory fairy-tale world of them.

She freaked out at the sight of any opponent and tried in every way to destroy her. Izigir was incredibly cruel and bloodthirsty, and woe to those who came her way in this ghostly black forest.

And now she found a torn night on a branch of a tree. And I wanted to learn from Eloim about the new guest, but decided to wait a little with this, and now I wanted only intimacy with him, wriggling in, my snake belly dance, taking on the appearance of a young beautiful brunette dancer.

Turning all the time into a beautiful oriental dancer, she always exhausted herself in this dance of passion and love almost to an unconscious state, and Elohim liked that. He already represented Alina in that dance. The beauty is not inferior Izigiri. How she would coil now in front of him and their bed of love, so almost naked and seducing Elohim. But he saw his, only Izigir who bored him.

And Izigir, a loving naked bitch twisting in dance, circled around his stone bed in a mist of winding mist,

waving a thrashing transparent veil on her bare female legs. As a slave, concubine, some Eastern lord or master, a sheikh or sultan, she painted circles with her stomach and shook her full girlish bare breasts before Eloim’s eyes. Rumbled with gold bracelets on her hands and earrings in her ears. And still sparkling with the coal blackness of her predatory eyes, but now filled with genuine passion of sexual ecstasy, she moaned like an abnormal one, showing him Eloim, her unrestrained and insane, burning with carnal, obscene passion, Succubus’s love for him.

She, bending in front of him in her flexible back, rolled up in that ecstasy of the demonic female, her own, from under the golden crown of gold on her head, in the oblique bend of thin black eyebrows under the upper eyelids, black in long eyelashes, pleading for love. Having opened his Succubus, a voluptuous, predatory mouth grinning in a toothy grin. In that dancing sexual trance on a girl's head thrown back to his chin, she swayed in front of the gaze of enthusiastic Eloim with her full, resilient, naked, upturned upturned breast sticking up excited nipples. And, swaying from side to side herself, dangling the long black curls of curly snakes girl's hair to the very floor of the temple and tugging in all directions with her bare belly, in front of him and almost dropping to the floor of the temple, stretched to her beloved wriggling like two snakes glistening with gold bracelets dancer and mistress hands. She wanted his love again, right here and right now.

She was getting closer and closer as a predator to her Elohim sitting on a bed of love. And in the last movement of her dance, which had come to the end, she, throwing off the gold of her narrow bottoms with a transparent veil and belt into the fog spreading on the floor, dropping Eloim on her back in the bed of love, crushed him with her full voluptuous breathing and bursting fever of unrestrained passion of a naked lover breastfeeding Burning it all up with his hot, boiling breath and flashing wild black eyes. Devouring it all over them, she, having curved into a narrow flexible waist, pressed herself frantically with her steep hips spread wide and wide, with a woman's bare hairy pubis, with a vagina excited in eternal flow to her in a similar hairy pubis protruding from excitement to a large c in a flesh of a ferocious child. member.Sticking it into the wide open wide bottomless abyss of carnal sin and perverse depravity in the hairline crotch. The gap between the women in the scales decorated with black claws of their legs in the irresistible desire of the intercourse of women spread apart. Grabbing Eloim's shoulders with his thin girlish fingers, she crushed him with her gold-thin bracelets in the serpentine arm to the elbows with the hands of a demonic lover's ... Read more →