<strong>Lily the little gypsy</strong><br/><br/>He was all she needed, the sweet innocent girl from Shaw's that lost her heart to this man lingering above her. He made her the woman she was, taught her how to be everything he wanted in a woman.<br/><br/>Sweet Lily, her moans music in the air as they coupled, her love for him deeper than he would ever know. She knew he would never feel for her like she did for him, and she accepted that. Lily was his property, any flash of tenderness was from Master to slave, nothing more, she knew that.<br/><br/>Her body his vehicle for pleasure, his to use and her to give to him freely. His kisses fire to her lips, she wanting just a little more. Her eyes locked with his, her feelings evident, desire unbridled when she was with him. Her hands in his hair as he groaned and bucked above her, a tender touch to calm and quell him.<br/><br/>She wrapped in his shirt, eyes begging for release, the soft whisper for permission to release around him. She felt his heartbeat and waited, just like she should for her master to give her the release she desired from him.