Lacy & Roman
Lacy worried her bottom lip with her teeth knowing this was the beginning over a very big mistake as she wiped off her hands, walked to the end of the massage table by his feet, hiked up her skirt which thanks to the slits in the legs wasn’t an issue, and climbed onto the table with him, straddling his body as she crawled up far enough to reach his shoulders.
As Lacy climbed on top of the table Roman stiffened a bit. He hadn’t been sure what she had in mind, but having her on top of him wasn’t what he was expecting. His muscles tensed and tightened, wondering how he was going to get through this without mauling her.
“Perhaps we should just keep this table….” Roman murmured. He knew she was blushing without even looking back at her. She said nothing, afraid her voice would
