Chapter Nine

AMALA

“Hng…Mhmm…”

I groan as I am surrounded by heat as strong warm hands roam around my soft, tanned skin.

I realize that I’m in bed and I am shamelessly naked and inviting the cool breeze on my heated flesh that I shiver.

Yet, my body trembles for a different reason.

And I can’t even move my body while large, manly hands continue to tease me, caressing more on my waist.

What’s going on?

I attempt to open my eyes but fail as they get heavier on each attempt. Right now, my body is experiencing a foreign sense of euphoria just by someone else’s touch.

Pants and moans have gone louder as my body is being pinned to my bed by an unknown weight.

A weight I recognize to be a man.

His strong, large hands stop closer to my bare chest, not moving a single bit before his fingertips trail around the pink buds in a circular motion.

He does it so frustratingly slow, without flicking my tits.

His endless teasing is without a doubt intentional as I keep squirming around. If only I could move,