It’s Arabella. Of course.

“Arabella?” You say in a whisper. “I should have known it was you.”

She giggles, licking your rod, and then kisses the head. “Of course, you should have, but you didn’t.”

“Where are the others?”

“Making breakfast, they told me to wake you up, so I did it just the way you would have wanted me to.”

You pull the covers aside and discover Arabella, coiled between your legs, already staring at you as if she was expecting you to do exactly that. But, instead, there’s a cute smile curled in her mouth, and her eyes are bright with lust. You brush back her hair and sigh. “Do we need to leave now?”

Arabella shakes her head. “No, but we can if you’d like.”

Your eyes go over her face. Sweet and fuckable, pale and full of characteristics that you adored. She smiles wider. “Is there anything else you want to do before we get moving?” Arabella says with a wink.

When she shuffles, you fail to see any clothing besides her underwear. “You were planning this, weren’t you?”

Arabella mockingly gasps, acting as though you’ve accused her of a heinous crime. “Master! How could you allow yourself to think like that?” she wiggles and crawls up to you, playing fake anger in both voice and expression.

“Don’t you consider me better than that?” She whispers in your ear, licking the lobe and then kissing your jawline. “You think all I want to do with you is sex and dirty things?”

You start holding her hips, feeling the warmth of her body as she envelopes you with her words like they were extra limbs somehow. Her hands trail your chest, encouraging you to do the same with her, so that’s what you do. Her minor imperfections aren’t anything new or unique to you, but they are familiar, and they do ignite some heated memories that are filled with crude images– all the sex, all the teasing, all the naughty suggestions.

Before you knew it. You between kissing. Not as longing as one may expect for hardcore lovers, but Arabella didn’t want to **** your own salty taste in your mouth, so they were simple pecks on the lips, accompanied by licks on the cheek.

When she pulls away, you stare deep into her eyes. The color of Arabella’s eyes is vibrant– they could have confused with embers from a flame, but much more enticing. There was no reason for her to be like this, but there was no reason for you to reject her advances either, so you decided to simply partake at the moment she was providing you.

“I don’t think you’re a sex doll,” you say, studying her closely. “But sometimes I think that’s all that you consider me.”

She smirks. “Are we doing anything else or what?”