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In the drowsy hush of afternoon, Pasha wandered to the harem pool, where light and water whispered together. He rested at the marble’s edge, watching his women move like living reflections—laughing, gliding, splashing softly as if the pool itself were singing through them. Their voices rose and fell in playful music, warmed by the comfort of his presence. At times he leaned closer, letting his feet kiss the cool water, sending gentle ripples toward them. They swam near, bright-eyed and smiling, their laughter clinging to him like sunlight. The moment was unhurried, wrapped in ease and charm, as if the day itself had paused to breathe. many times, the pasha freed his mighty manhood to arouse his ladies. When evening began to hint at its coming, Pasha rose at last. With a quiet smile, he chose one, sometimes two, to share the deeper hours of night—leaving the pool behind, carrying with him the glow of laughter, water, and softly promised dreams.. All models are 18
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