Lameya and her gentleman
Lameya turned off the lights—there wasn’t much else she could turn off. She stood before the bed, drenched in the honey-toned light of the candles. Her milky white skin seemed to glow in the semi-darkness, and her dark eyes and hair glinted gold. She took a long, lustful look at the gentleman on her bed before slowly parting her wine-colored lips to speak. And when she spoke, the words that blew past that luscious mouth were like subdued orgasmic screams—very breathy, and...