"Master…" Lu's voice quivered with a mix of anticipation and desire.
Milane's fingers danced lightly over his chest, sensing the thrill that surged through him.
She chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Seems like you're not quite prepared for the those toys just yet. We'll have to build up your stamina, my dear plaything. After all, I wouldn't want my precious toy to wear out too soon."
A mischievous grin playing on her lips, Milane undressed, gracefully settling herself onto his lap.
Lu's pulse quickened, each beat echoing the rhythm of his racing thoughts. In the shrouded realm of the mask, his world was distilled to touch alone – the heat radiating from her, her velvety skin grazing his, the press of her bosom against his chest, her tantalizingly firm nipples brushing him, and the delicious weight of her backside on his thighs. Every nerve seemed electrified, every inch of him yearning for more.
