As soon as Kyla saw Xavier stroll out of the house, his gait exuding confidence and sex appeal like some silver fox of a Greek god, she tossed her travel bag down onto the pier and her<a class="link link--external" href="http://www.designsnext.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/High-Heel-Sandals.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">high-heeled sandals</a>beat a fast staccato rhythm across the boards as she rushed towards him.<br/><br/>“Xavier!” she squealed in delight, her hair stream back like a candle flame as a wide smile lit her face. She threw herself up into his arms, wrapping her legs tight around his waist and squeezing herself to him. With her generous bust and juicy, round hips and derrière, Kyla was no lightweight, but she knew the man would be able to hold her up easily. She crushed her breasts to his chest and merged her soft lips with his, kissing him with a relieved passion. “I missed you, master,” she purred in between eagerly suckling at his lips, hungry for his mouth after a month apart.<br/><br/>Kyla's fingers kneaded at his strong shoulders, caressing the muscles through the thin fabric of his robe as she kissed and nuzzled at his jawline and throat. He smelled good – fresh and clean, with a hint of soap. That must have meant he'd recently taken a shower... and as he seldom showered alone, at least one of the other girls in the harem had probably enjoyed his attentions in there with him. The thought made her suddenly jealous – but also suddenly wet as her hips ground against his hard abdomen and her supple thighs held him tight.