(Karsten)
Arata was not soone who pulled her punches. I knew she was pissed at because of how I had forced her to have Caysir accompany her everywhere.
He had already inford that Arata had gone inside the mall alone, and I told him she was with a friend and would be safe.
I had this mirror room booked especially for us. I wished to see her in every mirror as I would prepare her for what I had planned.
Voluptuous, curvaceous and soft, she slled like strawberries mixed with jasmine today. Her fiery tendrils were as soft as the finest silk and I couldn’t help burying my nose into them.
She didn’t wish to speak about with . The irony of the situation made laugh and I knew if she knew who I was under the mask, she would be running in the opposite direction from .
"We won’t. There are other important things we need to take care of than talking about your boss with a small PP." My fingers slipped down to her neck where the ribbon had been tied to keep the cheap plastic mask in place.
She laughed, her sonorous voice ringing out as I pulled the string and took off her mask so I could see the real her.
Hurling it away, I took her oval face into my hands. My leather-bound thumbs rubbed her plump cheeks.
Such a cute shade of pinkish red they had taken. I knew I affected her or she wouldn’t be here against all odds.
"Right? So no one is going to co inside?" She asked.
"No, I reserved this room. No one will co here." My thumbs were tracing her carmine-painted lips now.
"So, can I ask you sothing?" Her eager eyes shot up and I could see she was enjoying my touch. She was going to enjoy so much more than my re touch on her cheeks.
"Go ahead." Slowly I shifted behind her so I could see her through the front mirror.
"Why did you dedicate that video to ? I am sure you made all your female fans jealous as hell." My right hand slipped to her throat while my left landed on her lower belly, pulling her taut against .
"Ah!" She involuntarily let out a small whimper.
So, this was what she was concerned about? That video was my small gift to her, letting her know she was special.
Placing my chin on her shoulder, I pressed down and watched her through the mirror.
She watched back.
srised, intrigued, focused and about to be consud.
"That was a gift for you, Phoenix. Didn’t you enjoy it?" I whispered into her ear while slowly dragging my nose down her neck.
I knew the tal surface would have a haunting feeling against her skin.
She shuddered and her eyes road my masked face as her body relaxed against mine.
"I did but why the special treatnt? I thought it was a one-ti deal or are you breaking your own rules." Her hips grinded against my thickness and that subtle action of hers had it hardening under the leather.
Man! This girl knew how to arouse .
"Special girls get special treatnt, and you, my Curvy Rose, are one special girl, and I am going to show you how."
Lifting my hand from her lower belly I hovered it in front of her and ordered.
"Remove the glove."
Intrigued her eyes intensified to raw curiosity but she pulled back the velcro and slowly removed the glove from my hand.
If she was intrigued with this command she was going to be tested with my next one.
"Put the glove into your mouth." My hand subtly tightened against her neck and her deep oceans shimred with raw excitent.
Arata didn’t disappoint and without questioning , she did as was told.
Such a compliant girl she acted with this version of .
Slowly, while keeping her vibrantly passionate eyes fixated on , she placed the glove into her half-opened mouth and bit into it.
"That’s my good girl and now I want you to watch yourself wriggle in my arms while I fuck you with my fingers."
My re words made her body deliciously tremble in my hold. Vibrations ran through her as I slowly pulled out her Azul shirt. She wore my colour.
My hand slipped inside her leather pants and down the waistband of her panties.
Warmth and wetness welcod my fingers as they slid between her velvety softness.
Naughty girl, she was so fucking aroused. I guess I had left her frustrated over the weekend.
Damn! Even I was tornted after that kiss we had shared in the garden. And later, the way she had slept by climbing all over . Leaving sexually aroused and wanting more while I couldn’t have her.
"Already dripping, you are such a wild girl. Hmmm," I teased, my fingers slowly brushing against her pearl of nerves.
I teased and pinched. My fingers coated themselves with her flowing milkiness.
She boldly stared at , as both her arms angled back and held onto my neck. Trying to pull out my glove she tried to say sothing.
"No, it remains inside your mouth while you ride my finger."
With that I plunged my finger deep into her throbbing, leaking softness and her moan died onto my glove as her body jerked forward only to be held back by my hand on her throat.
Her eyes rolled into her sockets as I watched tens of Aratas ride my finger so smoothly while I plunged in and out of her in a rhythm.
"Watch yourself, my beautiful Phoenix. Just see how good you take my finger." I made her watch herself in every mirror in this room and she did, boldly and enthusiastically with her cheeks flushed and eyes on .
So soft and so fucking good. I wanted to ruin her for other n but it was slowly and painfully becoming evident that she was ruining for other won as well.
From the mont I had touched her, I hadn’t touched another woman and it didn’t seem like I was going to anyti soon.
What drug are you?
Arata Zyair, my beautiful Phoenix.
My blue rose.
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