Long, smooth legs, slim waist, and those perfect 32DD tits barely contained by the black lace lingerie she was wearing. Her hair fell around her shoulders in soft waves, and the look in her eyes told me she already knew exactly what she wanted.
I took a quick shower. When I stepped out with just the towel around my waist, she was waiting for me in the bedroom. The second I walked in, she closed the distance, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me into the deepest, wettest French kiss I’d ever had. Her tongue was slow and hungry, sliding against mine like she was claiming me.