Sharou let Shila do the honours. Parisa's cheeks reddened while Shila undraped her veil. She blinked as the invincible zipper on her upper piece was tampered with, floating between the suspense and the flattery of seeing that driven look on Sharou's face. Not once did he frown or appear disappointed. Shila touched the nape of her neck, turning Parisa swiftly to fill her lips.
Parisa moaned.
Sharou did not miss a detail of their kiss, enthralled as the women got acquainted with each other's mouths and skin, more than they already were. Parisa landed a hand on Shila's chest, feeling them without discretion. Her head falls safely on a pillow, but their hands get wild and more demanding, breaking into each other's folds. Sharou makes himself useful by helping Shila remove her dress and lett
