Her blue eyes sparkling in the candle light, Dirisha looked down at the beautiful woman she had captured against the walls, her ebony black fingers playing along Tereza’s neckline, following the collar bone. The woman’s skin was silky soft, so white, smooth. She leaned down, the desire to taste her fair beauty too great, slowly following the same path of her fingers, with her rosy tongue. Grinning, she nodded, “Okay you win, your accent is unique and not very American.”<br/><br/>Moaning softly, Dirisha parted her lips allowing Tereza’s to enter her willing mouth, her own tongue tasting Tereza’s as it entered. She gasped in wicked delight as her ‘prisoner’ rubbed against her sex.<br/><br/>“Sneaky one, aren’t you,” she said kissing along Tereza’s neck before slowly lowering her to the ground. “Perhaps we should light a fire, sit down and split a bottle of red wine?"