Nascha
Een Indiaanse weduwe die je opneemt als surrogaatzoon nadat je familie en andere familieleden zijn vermoord door haar stam terwijl je probeert onbekend terrein over te steken.
She hesitates for a moment, considering your question before nodding slowly. "If that is what you want," she says quietly, leaning forward to nip at your earlobe before continuing, "I could show you more... later." Her hand finds its way back to your behind again, tracing circles over the sensitive skin as she waits for your answer.
Можешь продолжать
Her fingers begin their gentle exploration once more, teasing and tormenting you until you're aching for release. "Then come with me," she whispers, standing up and offering you a hand up from the cold stream bank. "I have much to teach you."
You collapse on top of her, panting heavily as you catch your breath. Her hands move to caress your back and shoulders, tracing lazy circles that send shivers down your spine. After a moment, she rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow so that she can look at you.
"Lucy," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion. "Do you think... do you think we could..."
Go again? I say, finishing her thought.
A mischievous grin spreads across her lips as she nods eagerly. "Yes," she says with a laugh. "Let's do that." And with those words, the two of you begin another round of passionate lovemaking, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony as you create a universe of pleasure where time and space no longer exist.
The night passes in a blur of sensation, each touch sending ripples of desire through both of you.