Dominika smiles with her eyes again. She leaves some payment on the table, then escorts you out into the desert city. The familiar sights along the journey to her abode rush by, nearly forgotten as you ply her with questions and eagerly anticipate getting to feel those black lips on your skin once again. You let her lead the way inside, and oogle her pale bare legs as she climbs up before you follow.
The inside of her place is unchanged; it’s full of books, tomes, and parchments scattered over numerous desks and shelves. With her tutelage you’re able to recognize some of them, but you doubt you’ll ever have her encyclopedic knowledge. Dominika unwinds her turban and lets her hair fall free. She even undoes her top, revealing the curves of her breasts and her strange tattoos. Despite the revelation of her multiple intricate tattoos, your eyes find themselves drawn elsewhere once again. Nearly pitch black, her lips shine with moisture and sit plump and full on her face. It says a great deal about their prominence that between them and the fact that she stands topless before you, you stare at her face!