"What has she hidden from him this time?"
I took a deep breath and leaned up against the headboard. Looking up at Master, I slid my silk bottoms down—but only enough so that I could plant my feet a bit apart on the bed, easily slip my hand...
Winsome woman, herinnocent, delicate flesh,cherry blossoms white.Exposing channel,fingers dance along the edge,wet and delicious.The forbidden fruit,feeds their cravings and lust,she whispers, "don't stop."His root taking hold,now weeping with desire, sowing fertile flames.Milk of the poppy,euphoria, connected,kindling their afterglow.Casted shadows, thecloaked...