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nodded, gently affirming, “Yes, we both are.”
Sir took a detour when he saw a park set in the center of the apartment buildings. They walked down the wandering path, taking in the unique beauty of the foliage tinted by moonlight. The night had an almost fairyland quality to it.
Sir directed her to sit under a large cherry tree, the sweet scent of its blossoms drifting down from the branches. He told her to lie down in the grass, then his hands began their exploration of her, passing over her clothing first before seeking more intimate access underneath the thin material.
She smiled up at him, adoring how cute he looked framed by the blossoms of the tree above.
“You are more than a condor, téa,” he said, leaning over her. Sir added in a whisper, “You’re also my babygirl.” Her heart melted when he bent down and kissed her in the silvery moonlight. Their hands sought each other out, rubbing, caressing and teasing each other. The sexual excitement left over from Tono’s performance only added fuel to their raging fire.
When Sir covered her mouth and growled, “Come for me,” Brie shuddered in orgasmic release, moaning into his hand.
Afterwards she begged, “Now let me please you, Master.”
Sir lay down beside her and unzipped his pants, putting her hand onto his stiff cock. Brie rubbed it, then stuck her fingers underneath the material of his briefs. She stroked his shaft with a slow, tight grip, moving from base to tip, just the way he liked it. When his breath became ragged, she added a twist of her wrist to bring him over the edge.
Sir grabbed the back of her head, forcing her lips onto his cock. Brie gratefully swallowed his essence, but as she did so she heard voices in the distance.
Her lips released their hold on his shaft so Sir could zip his pants. Then they sat up and he gathered her into his arms, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as the old couple smiled at them while they slowly shuffled past.
Brie waved at them, sighing in contentment. It seemed like a dream, being here in Sir’s arms—the man who was both lover and Master.
Could anything be more romantic?
The Kiss
B rie spent the morning giggling over Japanese television in their hotel room, while Sir met with potential clients. Her sides ached from laughing so hard at the practical jokes played on unsuspecting bystanders—it was pure silliness.
Suddenly, the screen changed as the local newscast broke in. Brie instantly recognized the private hospital and a cold chill ran down her spine when Master Nosaka’s photo popped onto the screen with the dates of his birth—and death.
She picked up her cell and called Sir to inform him of the tragic news.
“Go to the hospital,” Sir instructed. “Nosaka will need you now.”
Brie jumped into a cab, handing the man extra money and begging him to hurry. The cabbie had to park far from the hospital as a barricade had already been set up. Brie pushed through the reporters, as well as Master Nosaka’s many supporters, but she was stopped at the door by security.
She would not be denied and started screaming, “Tono! Tono Nosaka!” when she saw him through the glass doors. He turned at the sound of her voice, then nodded to a staff member beside him. The security guard did not open the door until he got verbal approval.
Tono looked at her with a sad smile when she walked up to him. “Brie…”
She buried her head in his chest as she wrapped her arms around him. He was stiff and unyielding, his whole body shaking with unreleased grief. She looked up into his sad, chocolate-brown eyes and whispered, “Breathe with me, Tono.”
He let out a subtle but heartbreaking groan. Her cheeks became wet as she cried the tears he was unable to shed. Brie squeezed him tighter, making a point to breathe slowly and deeply. She sensed his initial resistance, but in time his breath slowed to match hers.
They stood in the middle of the bustling hospital, in tune with each other, but
Sir took a detour when he saw a park set in the center of the apartment buildings. They walked down the wandering path, taking in the unique beauty of the foliage tinted by moonlight. The night had an almost fairyland quality to it.
Sir directed her to sit under a large cherry tree, the sweet scent of its blossoms drifting down from the branches. He told her to lie down in the grass, then his hands began their exploration of her, passing over her clothing first before seeking more intimate access underneath the thin material.
She smiled up at him, adoring how cute he looked framed by the blossoms of the tree above.
“You are more than a condor, téa,” he said, leaning over her. Sir added in a whisper, “You’re also my babygirl.” Her heart melted when he bent down and kissed her in the silvery moonlight. Their hands sought each other out, rubbing, caressing and teasing each other. The sexual excitement left over from Tono’s performance only added fuel to their raging fire.
When Sir covered her mouth and growled, “Come for me,” Brie shuddered in orgasmic release, moaning into his hand.
Afterwards she begged, “Now let me please you, Master.”
Sir lay down beside her and unzipped his pants, putting her hand onto his stiff cock. Brie rubbed it, then stuck her fingers underneath the material of his briefs. She stroked his shaft with a slow, tight grip, moving from base to tip, just the way he liked it. When his breath became ragged, she added a twist of her wrist to bring him over the edge.
Sir grabbed the back of her head, forcing her lips onto his cock. Brie gratefully swallowed his essence, but as she did so she heard voices in the distance.
Her lips released their hold on his shaft so Sir could zip his pants. Then they sat up and he gathered her into his arms, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as the old couple smiled at them while they slowly shuffled past.
Brie waved at them, sighing in contentment. It seemed like a dream, being here in Sir’s arms—the man who was both lover and Master.
Could anything be more romantic?
The Kiss
B rie spent the morning giggling over Japanese television in their hotel room, while Sir met with potential clients. Her sides ached from laughing so hard at the practical jokes played on unsuspecting bystanders—it was pure silliness.
Suddenly, the screen changed as the local newscast broke in. Brie instantly recognized the private hospital and a cold chill ran down her spine when Master Nosaka’s photo popped onto the screen with the dates of his birth—and death.
She picked up her cell and called Sir to inform him of the tragic news.
“Go to the hospital,” Sir instructed. “Nosaka will need you now.”
Brie jumped into a cab, handing the man extra money and begging him to hurry. The cabbie had to park far from the hospital as a barricade had already been set up. Brie pushed through the reporters, as well as Master Nosaka’s many supporters, but she was stopped at the door by security.
She would not be denied and started screaming, “Tono! Tono Nosaka!” when she saw him through the glass doors. He turned at the sound of her voice, then nodded to a staff member beside him. The security guard did not open the door until he got verbal approval.
Tono looked at her with a sad smile when she walked up to him. “Brie…”
She buried her head in his chest as she wrapped her arms around him. He was stiff and unyielding, his whole body shaking with unreleased grief. She looked up into his sad, chocolate-brown eyes and whispered, “Breathe with me, Tono.”
He let out a subtle but heartbreaking groan. Her cheeks became wet as she cried the tears he was unable to shed. Brie squeezed him tighter, making a point to breathe slowly and deeply. She sensed his initial resistance, but in time his breath slowed to match hers.
They stood in the middle of the bustling hospital, in tune with each other, but
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