She appreciates it. And she makes sure you know that.

Yahima surprises you by making a loud squeal of glee. She grabs hold of the dress excitedly, but her excitement fades a bit as confusion takes over. She looks the dress over, trying to figure out how to use it. With a paternal smile you walk over and help her into it. You stand behind her and help fit the dress around her, not needing to remove her sparse pieces of jewelry to get it on. She occasionally looks back at you, her big brown eyes wide in child-like happiness. You feel a bit of regret that you are covering up her attractive body, but you're happy to see how pleased she is with your gift. After you finally finish, having especial trouble with the hoop skirt, she stands before you, smiling wide. You direct her to turn and model for you, which she does as if she were a natural. It's a bit of a bizarre picture, the young Taina in a fine European dress, her head and face covered in paint and jewelry of the local style.

You feel this is a turning point in your relationship. That's not to say that you've become engaged for the price of a skirt, but she's more than a one-time fling and she knows it. Not a wife per se (at least, not at the moment) but at the very least she will be your mistress. You step forward and embrace her around the waist, looking into her bright eyes. She reciprocates by throwing her arms around your neck and leaning in for her favorite, a kiss. The two of you explore each other's mouths, growing more restless by the minute. Her arms roam your broad back as you hold her close, and her eyes flutter pleasurably as you stroke your lips against hers. She pushes off from you slightly with a wild look in her eyes, now open wide. She grabs either side of your shirt and pulls gently. Taking her meaning, you pull it off, exposing your athletic build. She looks at you with desire before grabbing your hips and hungrily kissing you again. You continue for another minute or two as she gropes your body, but now's it's her turn to disrobe. She looks a bit upset to take off her clothes so soon after trying them on, so you compromise by taking only the obtrusive hoops skirt away. The long chemise still covers her up mostly. You push her back, landing her on the bed. She laughs, putting her arms up in mock defense.

You've enjoyed her this way before, so now you want to try something else. She giggles in surprise as you flip her over, leaving her face-down with her legs going down the sides of the bed onto the floor. You roll up her chemise enough to access your prize. Dick aching, you pull down your pants to free your throbbing erection. Yahima giggles as she looks back, awaiting you happily. Grabbing ahold of a pert cheek in each hand, you lean forward towards her entry. Her emotional excitement is reciprocated physically, and you find her wetness beyond satisfactory. She gasps as you eagerly thrust into her deepest parts, instinctively grasping your sheets in tight handfuls. The build-up has left you too lustful for the slower sex of your first coupling. You take her hard and fast, facilitated by her ample lubrication. You cause ripples in her tight butt as your pelvis slams against it, and Yahima screams in pleasure as you make rough use of her body, your scrotum slapping against her clit with each frantic thrust. Fortunately, your house provides you with much-needed privacy. "You're mine Yahima, my woman" you growl huskily as you take her. It doesn't take long for Yahima to cum, practically ripping your sheets off the bed as she throws her head up in pleasure. Glad to get your cue, you let go of your inhibitions. Groaning in pleasure as the sensation overpowers your senses, you flood her with all the cum you've saved up since your first encounter. The two of you lay there without moving for a while, sweaty and gasping for breath. Once you've recovered you slide your softening cock out of her moist hole. You go carefully, trying not to leak your collective mess onto her nice new clothes.

After a bit of cleaning up you realize that it has already gotten dark. Since you've nowhere else to be, you grab your new mistress and sidle her up against you in bed. "Let's get some sleep" you say, not caring if she doesn't understand. You kiss her again on the cheek. "I love you" you say, immediately wondering if you really meant that or if it was just empty pillow talk. She looks at you, her face paint running from sweat. "I...love, you?" she says hesitantly. You can't tell if she's confused or trying to tell you that, but either way it caught you off guard. You decide to kiss her one last time, then rest your head and go to sleep.