The moment the door closed, Javier moved. He carried Delya toward the long couch in the corner of the room and bent her over it. Her knees pressed into the cushions, her hands bracing against the armrest, her back arched as she glanced over her shoulder.
"W... wait, Danna-sama..."
Her breath caught as Javier hooked his fingers into her bikini bottom and pulled it down her thighs.
Her bare pussy was exposed to the cool air of the room. Smooth, pink, glistening faintly with her own wetness. The thin fabric pooled around her knees.
"Everyone is still upstairs," Delya whispered, panic threading through her voice. "If we do it here, everyone will see..."
He reached up and untied her bikini top from the back. The strings came loose, and the fabric slipped away, letting her full breasts hang free beneath her.
Javier leaned down and caught her lips with his own, deep and hungry. Her protest died in her throat, her eyes fluttering shut as she returned the kiss.
