dark eyes search for the perfect kantharos, she reaches for it, her slender body stretches the morning light, showing the taut muscles …her tiny hands grasp it, a blood red ceramic kantharos shining against the rest, she carefully rolls it across her firm inner thigh, checking for impurities.. its coolness sending shivers along her body.
kneeling before the cooling rack, her tiny hands roam the botas, searching for the fullest one, , her tiny hand grasping the bota and dragging it from its place, lifting it and placing it over her bare shoulder she quickly moves to the hearth to heat it
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watching the flames rise and flicker as the paga warms, her body silhouetted by the flames, her hand runs over the bota, checking for its temperature, her long raven locks hanging loosely down her back, swaying at her waist as she waits
she rises ..holding the bota on her shoulder, its weight digging into her tender flesh, , she walks to him, her dark eyes running over His body, noting how powerful He is, how His hair shines in the morning light , she watches as the muscles ripple over His chest when he moves.
walking to Him ,feeling the bota now warm against her tender skin.. she looks up from lowered lashes … her skin tingles feeling his gaze upon her.. she kneels before Him. His large frame shadowering hers.. her slave’s heart beating faster ..her thighs wide for His pleasure, her back arched pushing her breasts forward, ,her hardened nipples aching.. as she slides the bota from her shoulder, she raises it to Him in offering may this Kalana quench Your thirst and this girl please You with her serve Master
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