PORSHA'S REQUEST
LEVIATHAN'S POV I stepped out of the bathtub, my movement slow and deliberate to get underneath Porsha's skin. At first I thought it would be cool to just annoy her a little, but seeing her quivering with her eyes close is giving me a lot of bad ideas. “Could you please put some clothes on, your majesty,” Porsha beseeched me, her back turned away from me. A smile creeped to my lips, as I grabbed a towel, wrapping it aroun my lower body. I must admit it did feel good to see her act so innocently. “What is wrong Porsha? Don't tell me, you are shy now" I voiced approaching her from behind. “I am your husband after all. My body is yours and yours mine.” She doesn't flinch, nor open her eyes. Instead she just tables her displeasure, goosebumps surfacing all over her fair
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