Looking over her black see-through robe, he grazed his hand over her hardened n*****s, stiff from the cool air in the room. He moved the fabric from her breast and kissed them one by one. Tugging gently at her hardened n*****s with his lips, Isis’s body trembled with anticipation. She arched to meet his lips with perfect rhythm to his body. Sucking gently, he moved from one to the other as he removed the ribbon from her robe.
“Take this off. Slowly.”
She did as he instructed as he watched her push the fabric from her shoulders. Running his hands down her body to her abs, he followed her curves to her arms. Looking in her eyes, the sweet devil within him reemerged.
“Some gifts don’t come in boxes, Isis.”
He quickly grabbed her arms, pushing them over her head. Looking down at the ribbon
