Victoria stood between Jamal's legs as his hands slid up her body. She was seated on the edge of the bed, his dark brown eyes, admiring victorious slender frame, she was wearing

a skimpy pink nightgown, the silky material like cool water between Jamal's fingers. She sighed contentedly,

as he reached underneath and grazed her hips, getting dangerously

close to her bare pussy.

Victoria's breath hitched as Jamal reached up and slid the straps off her shoulders.

He stood up and kissed her collarbone, working his way up her throat into her lips. In one quick motion, Jamal pulled the nightgown off over

Victoria's head. I missed you so much.

He said, his voice slow and needy as his thumb slid across Victoria's bottom lip.

Not much longer, and we won't have to be long distance anymore.'

She nodded.

"'Yes, just six more months. We can do it.'

They had made it this far after all.

It was the final home stretch before the visa came through.

Then they could be together forever.

Jamal tucked back her brown hair and kissed her forehead.

Wait here, he said.

Victoria shivered, the cool air taking hold of her naked body. She watched as Jamal came back to the bedroom, holding a set of black leather restraints. He always had surprises up his sleeve, but she hadn't been expecting that. Oh, fuck, she muttered, a wave of arousal curling down her

spine. Up on the bed. Jamal's voice took on that no-nonsense tone that made Victoria ache.

She squirmed as Jamal tied her wrists and ankles to the bed frame.

The thick leather material clasped tightly against her skin.

Jamal went through and tested them, making sure they were secure, but not too tight.

I like seeing you all tied up.

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