You're underselling it, because if I can have people sing and opera for me, it's not really that different than hearing a call to prayer or someone skilled at it read poetry or the Qur'an. [ Or at least, that was his experience when he went to Egypt. And Oman. And a few other southern golf nations down there. And maybe he was being a little bit too factual, but he gives her a broad grin and he runs a hand around her pussy again, the other around her naval. And in the end, he kisses her once more, and he responds to her, ]

< Plus you've always had a better singing voice than me, my beloved. Even if we sung a duet, you'd be leading. >

[ and he shifts his hips when he next makes their lips touch, sticking the head of his cock in her ]