I walked over, sat next to her, and kissed her cheek. But I had confused my lust for actual love. Indian sex “Let’s get inside.”
“Don’t you love me?” she asked, eyes hardening for a moment. She can never imprison me again. Deep, consuming, warm. I was lost to the delights she gave me. She smiled. I didn’t want to think of…unpleasant things. The room… I had a small suite, with a living room, and April perched on a cream love seat. “I just… “And touching you.” Kiss. I slipped out of my room, passing a pair of off-duty bodyguards who gave me appreciative nods. But I had confused my lust for actual love. I could be just as happy sitting in the same room with her and reading a book as I could mussing the sheets with her. “I’m Master’s slut, and Mistress’s slut, and, lastly, I’m your slut!”
My orgasm was so strong.
