Suchaktionen von EroFights

The quiet waters suddenly stir and rise. A group of mermaids, their eyes filled with lust, break the surface in a slow, sensual arc. Their wet hair clings to bare shoulders; their eyes find yours with impossible hunger. They circle, half-submerged, their glistening bodies catching moonlight like polished glass. Then, they sing. Velvet and smoke, the sound slips into him, low and intimate, like fingertips across skin. Slowly, the adventurer seems transported, his head floating and dandling on his shoulder, his pupils getting dilated.