Year of the Roses

Floral Season

The Gardens, the Palace

Altsas

Lyza

MY MOANS ARE THROATY and deep. They erupt from my mouth in pants. He kisses a trail down my throat, nibbling and licking as he goes.

One of his hands are fondling my breast through my dress and the other is playing with my braid. He stops his trail at my cleavage and raises his head to look at me.

I cup his face in my hands, pulling him down with me and I kiss his lips gently, ...