Translations:Codex: Worshipping the Anubis Queen/14/en

She can practically feel the trickle of nectar from the girl in her lap, making her thighs sticky with sweet fem-lube. Their breasts press together, and hands grope her abs, kneading and rubbing. Every motion is a liquid-smooth rise-and-fall, and soon they are both rendered a mess of perfumed oil. At the same time, the servant at her back is busy grinding herself against the Queen’s smooth back, hands holding her flowing ebony locks to the side.