Kneeling astride her legs, he had grasped Savika’s right ankle and pulled her leg right across her body until it was resting on his right thigh; this tilted her hips and exposed her smooth buttocks to him. He kept a firm grip on her ankle and began thrusting.

The General’s young mistress gasped as she felt his lingam split her ripe body open and drive its thick head deep into her pussy with enough force to make the muscles of her anus clench and contract. She was dewy wet and deliciously tight. He enjoyed the low sounds which she was making as he took his time churning her hot inner sea in exactly the same way as the old Hindu gods might have churned the sea of cosmic milk with their bodies.

The General’s cellphone beeped twice just as Savika began writhing under him from the force of her orgasm, and her inner muscles began squeezing his cock. It was a text message from the General’s official driver, who had been circling the block. The General knew what the message said, but he merely grunted and continued to make love, allowing his mistress to take her time enjoying her little death.

Like many Thai men, the General had studied Tantric sex techniques; this was a society where it was not considered shocking for men of his rank and wealth to juggle official concubines and mere mistresses, and love all of them well.

He used these techniques to control his ejaculation, withdrew from his woman and patted her on one rounded buttock; Savika’s breasts were heaving and her smooth bronze skin was glowing from exertion. The mistress understood exactly what her patron wanted, and rose to a kneeling position on the bed. Tilting smoothly backwards, she arched her back like a bow to present herself to him, pillowing her head lazily on that thick glossy Indian hair, and on the hands which she kept crossed behind her neck.