Van Wylde found himself wandering the desert, longing for more than just water. As he crawled through the dunes, he must have seen more. Mirages? For in the distance was a ravishing fertility goddess, born from the sand like an ancient sex god. Magnificent banks of diamonds glittered among the rough stuff! The sun hugged her curves and the wind blew against her flimsy clothes as she approached, bringing him life-giving moisture as he looked up at those firm breasts and those full lips that smiled at him. When he regained consciousness, Van found himself in Diamond’s temple—or so it seemed—as she guided him back to full health… Making sure he was strong as she drooled on his cock and ground her juicy ass against his! But wait, since when did mystical temples have bathrooms with idling engines and closets? What was going on here?!
