What is done in the privacy of closed doors, darkened houses, and in the backs of carriages is known but never spoken.
—Sinisal Dakor-Gains, Affairs of Society
Lily entered inn room and closed the door behind her. It was the same room that she had woken up before—Kendrick's room—but over the last year they had remodeled it make it far more comfortable to enjoy for more than a night.
The straw bed had been replaced with a giant bed with thick posters and a mattress made of the finest silk. The top quilt was a payment in trade for a dress as were the embroidered pillows. She smiled as she ran her finger along the mattress and then headed over to the dressers to set down her bags.
She considered working but then let the urge pass. It was her birthday, the one day of a year she didn't have to work.
Instead, she worked the laces of her dress open and tugged the fabric off her shoulder. The warm air brushed across her skin. She pulled the laces further apart to tug it down off her breasts and reveal her satin corset and the matching panties underneath.
She pushed it down to her ankles and stepped out of it.
"Well, I thought it was your birthday," Mindil purred from behind her.
Lily's heart and pussy twinged with excitement. She straightened and looked over her shoulder.
Mindil stood in the opening of the door between the two rooms. She wore a silk nightgown that hung off her breasts and hips. Her breasts stuck up from the shimmering fabric, tipped by two already hard nipples.
Lily smiled broadly and turned to face her lover. When she stepped forward, she left her dress behind and was wearing only her corset and panties. "Hello, beautiful."
Mindil held out her arms and stepped forward to give her a hug. "Happy birthday, my beautiful flower."
Lily caught Mindil's chin and kissed her. It was soft and sweet.
Mindil moaned and tightened her grip, splaying her hands down Lily's flanks to her hips. Her fingertips slip underneath the strap of Lily's underwear, tugging away from her body as she reached down to cup Lily's ass.
Lily melted in the embrace, kissing passionately as Mindil's expert fingers caress the delicate flesh between her legs. She lifted one leg, dragging it along Mindil's thigh until she found a comfortable spot against the wide hip.
Mindil slipped her fingers around to cup Lily's pussy, then slipped her finger past the silk covering her pussy and up against her clitoris. "Happy birthday," she whispered.
"Does that mean I'm going to get a present?"
"This isn't enough?"
"Not until Ken come home."
"Well," Mindil said with a kiss. "How about I give you a substitute? She looked over her shoulder. "Well, come on, Has."
Lily's smile grew wider as Hasan came into the room. He wore nothing but a yellow ribbon tied around his already erect cock. She giggled as he turned around, showing off his slender body to her.
To Mindil, she said, "That is the perfect present."
"Good because I really want to enjoy our desert together," purred Mindil as she sank to her knees in front of Lily.
Lily gasped as Mindil grabbed Lily's leg and hooked it over her shoulder. Her red lips tilted up only moments before she pressed it against Lily's sex. The liquid slickness of her tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing along Lily's senses.
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Second-Hand Dresses
Storie d'amoreLily is a year from becoming a spinster and the man who ruined her life has come back into her life. Can she forgive him for what he had done? Or will she give on love forever?