Though they'd been lovers, Dana had still not seen him in his nude glory. She wondered when she'd be able to reach out to him and feel with her own hands the tight muscled torso, the swell of his ass, the roughness of his masculine cheek, the curls of hair between his legs where she would shiver to place her hand. She could imagine herself on her knees before him, his p***s at her lips. First limp, she'd make it large, feel it as it grew in her mouth responding to her tongue's playfulness. Cupping his testicles in her hand she'd tease them gently, place one in her mouth carefully and massage it. Then the other. And lapping at the musty place of manhood's feast, she would have him as inflamed as she was, his strong hands pulling her to her feet and then forcing her to the bed, legs splayed
