The Siren dropped as if she had been shot with a poisoned arrow! With the loose clothing, she would pass for a young lad, except for a close examination. Mature sex Vandar could hear again now, and he could see she could breathe normally, but the only sound she could make was a hoarse croak. The cloying, sweet lips began their endless seduction, kissing, licking, and nuzzling at his lips, then moving to nibble at his earlobes and neck. The nude Siren made an intensely erotic picture of enslaved and defenseless vulnerability and femininity. Instead, he got up and threw a blanket over her. Can you write yours?” Vandar had no idea whether Sirens were the way they were because of a curse or if they were born that way. He allowed her to gather a small bundle of her personal items. He checked the small kegs he’d brought out of the cave.
