Sienna White And Her Seven Lovers

that night was

over me afte

as never asked. But to fly across the ocean

advances just because there was a meeting the day after. And she rarely looked at me like that

bills that were probably twice the price of the meal and tips on the table. The restaurant t

fondled my breast, and sucked it after she quickly unzipped

ide of our home countless times. I preferred the adventurous experience. What

me were only red underwear and sleek hazel stiletto heels. Red was Sophia’

whispered in my ear and nibbled my e

stel pink shirt emanated an exquisitely powerful look that coul

and she deprived me of it all. Her other hand caressed the peak of my breast, and her teeth and tongue played with t

ed her fingers and stretched me wider, and

me up. I rested one arm around her shoulder for support as she guide

he said softly as she dabbled a wet napkin on my

” I replied without

, but I caught that fiery thirst in her eyes that reignited out of nowher

estioning eyes as we rus

ve the legal limit, and it was a miracle w

too empty tonight as it was every other night. All our clothes were scattered all over—from inside the car, the stairs, the b

legs. Her piercing predator cat-eyes stared back. The powerful force of that look alone made me we

r, don’t you?” She asked huskily wi

She hurriedly grabbed a blazer lying on the flo

e a fun ch

me to sit

di

e bedpost for dear life. I spread my legs wide for her, on top of

place, and waves after waves

played me. An instrument of her desire. A lovely doll she could rearr

mirror. The sweaty palm gave a light smudge on the usual spotless surface. I looked into the mirror—my long brown hair in disarray covering my aroused bosom, and my own eyes filled with need.

d and dominated my whole being, I s

n that looked back was not the timid little Sienna. She was s

ew country. I was thrilled to prove my worth in a country where I would not be overshadowed. In London, I was not

ked deep into my own eyes, I saw the