ROSE ON THE LAKE |18+

Her pale ivory skin shone dangerously inviting through the opening of her robe. His body stiffened. Soft flesh begged to be touched. Smooth skin asking for his lips.

His eyes zeroed on the rise and fall of her chest...his mouth watered.
In a sheer red night gown that left almost nothing to the imagination, she looked every bit the innocent and a fiery temptress.

Lower, he looked lower. She'd tossed and turned so much that her robe had fallen completely open. Lord have mercy! Those legs! He'd never seen anything like them. Smooth lithe legs with lusciously ample thighs. It took all the control he could muster not to run his fingers up her inner thighs and place his lips where the roads became one.

He didn't remember their wedding nor their first bedding. He couldn't even recall their first meet. But that wasn't gonna stop him, he had plans to make memories neither of them was going to forget anytime soon. If the change in temperature and throbbing he felt was anything to go by, his body eager and ready to commence.

Without preamble, he aimed for the enticing dark pebbles in front of his face, filling his mouth and hand with the soft mounds on her chest.
She shifted, and moaned her satisfaction, stirring and inviting him even more.

Madre de Dios!

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