Mark pov,

We returned to our suite and changed our customs. She felt relaxed after dropping that heavy frock and I helped her to unzip it, taking my time to explore her. I gently brushed my fingers on her bareback over her strip. She shivered, feeling my icy fingers.

“I’m tired, can we rest for a while,” she asked with all hesitation, might be scared too.

“Sure, even I’m tired of the journey. Let us sleep for a while” I said moving back. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a tee. She left to change and in meanwhile, I changed into my shorts. I don’t feel like wearing a...