In the humid depths of New Orleans, Prince Naveen slipped into Dr. Facilier's dimly lit parlor seeking a quick fix for his royal woes. The shadow man greeted him with a sly grin, cane tapping rhythmically. 'Well, well, a prince in distress? My spells can turn frogs into kings—or kings into something far more pleasurable,' Facilier purred, his voice dripping with innuendo. Naveen laughed, witty and bold. 'Spells? Or just parlor tricks to part a man from his coin? I've heard your kind promises the moon but delivers shadows.' Facilier chuckled, leaning closer. 'Ah, but my magic lingers on the skin, especially the parts most neglected.' He gestured to a velvet chaise, inviting the prince to sit. Tension crackled as Naveen, ever the charmer, bantered back, 'Neglected? My feet have danced through ballrooms, not dungeons of desire.' Yet curiosity won; he kicked off his boots, revealing soft, smooth, musky size 13 soles, sweaty from the night's heat. Facilier's eyes gleamed with fetishistic hunger. 'Size 13s—perfect for casting spells that bind.' He lifted Naveen's feet onto his lap, the heels pressing firmly against his growing bulge. 'Feel that? My cock hardens at the scent of royal sweat.' Naveen smirked, not submissive, his strong hands resting on his hips. 'Talk spells all you want, but this feels like pure lust. What incantation makes a man pant like this?' Their dialogue sparked: Facilier whispered of voodoo bindings while massaging the musky arches, heels rubbing his throbbing cock through fabric. 'The spell starts with touch, builds to moans—your ass will clench when it peaks.' Naveen retorted wittily, 'Promises, promises. Make me horny enough and maybe I'll let those shadows explore.' Sweat beaded on their skin as Facilier's hands roamed, fingers tracing veins, the air thick with panting breaths. Naveen ground his heels deliberately, feeling the hard length twitch. 'Dripping already? Your magic's working overtime.' Clothes shed in heated exchange, revealing Facilier's erect cock and Naveen's own. The shadow man dove into a blowjob, tongue swirling while Naveen's feet stayed planted on his lap, heels massaging. 'Cum for the spell,' Facilier groaned. Naveen came first, cum splashing as he panted, 'Your turn, make it wet.' Facilier thrust between those size 13s, the musky soles gripping his cock until he exploded in release. Sweating and satisfied, Naveen grinned. 'This spell's only the beginning—next chapter, we bind deeper.'
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