(Karsten)
Lack of sleep had made me extremely cranky but sleeping in her lap had freshened my mood slightly.
A surprise awaited me as I entered the room reserved for us.
Sitting there in that salon chair was Arata with her meaty thighs full on display. Her face was covered in a green mask. A silken slip covered her torso which shaped her heavy breasts in a way that I wanted to grab and twerk them. To knead them like dough for bread.
"Sexy was the term coined for you, Blue Rose," I whispered, rubbing my hand on her thigh.
Her eyes widened, and a blush crept up on her cheeks, but she didn't swat my hand away.
"You always have the right words to say to make a woman feel special, hmm," she said with a hint of scepticism and I didn't understand why she would say that.
"I have only intentions of making you feel special." My fingers pressed into her soft flesh, the colour brightened to pink under my touch.
