CHAPTER SEVEN
SHE DID BETTER THAN massage me, she swarmed all over me. Nakedly, suggestively.
Her pearly white body slithered and writhed over my bare flesh while her lips searched for and found my mouth, locked lips with my lips as her tongue proceeded to fence enthusiastically with mine.
I let my hands roam searchingly over her seal-sleek flesh, fingering and appreciating the subtle curves of her body. My hands traced the wide smooth span of her shoulders and back, the roller-coaster rapture of her spine, the flagrant flare of her buttocks.
My hands grasped the resilient femininity of her ripe rump, stroking the glossy hemispheres of her buttocks, my fingers sinking deep into the limber, licentious flesh.
I rolled on the wide couch, thrust her lovely body away from me until she was
