Chapter 32 It's Way Too Late To Save My Soul 

　　Carina's POV - (The Maldives Has A Story To Tell)

　　Night Jasmine, that sweet smell, that sweet music.

　　We were under the night sky, and all we wanted was to savour in each other's taste.

　　His hands squeezed my butt and snatched my bosoms so strongly, so anxiously. His powerful fingers pried between my thighs.

　　"Ah..." I cried out in pleasure.

　　His hand slides up my thigh till it vanished under my skirt. I hopped as his fingers stumbled into my sodden strap.

　　He stroked along my needing slit, and my knees almost clasped as I let out a groan.

　　He lifted my arms and stripped off my top. He went after my skirt and slid it down my legs. I remained between them, just my fancy bra and pink strap to ensure me.

　　His hand snatched my exposed ass as another hand got a handle on one oif my bound bosoms. He unfastened my bra and it tumbled to the ground. He measured my uncovered tits from behind and his mouth tracked down its direction to my areola.