Translations:Codex: Worshipping the Anubis Queen/13/en

Every grind and shake of their bodies is a love-making dance, and the Queen’s own ardor begins to be stoked by their enthusiasm. The olive beauty does not need to give any orders, she simply waves one hand gently, and they all rush to accommodate. She sits up slowly, smiling as one of her girls climb directly into her lap, and another slips in behind her. The two servants sandwich their queen between slippery breasts and fondling hands, and the Queen’s nerves are set off like sparklers as the massage grows more intimate.