Senna was done with her for today. Balia was an expressive woman, so it was easy to read her from her facial expression. Last night, while he had been f*****g Cenzia, he had seen her reflection in the glass.
She had been watching, and her eyes had glazed over. He wasn't sure if she had touched herself, but he was damn sure she had been turned on from watching them.
There were several nasty things he wanted to do with her. He probably had a bucket list in his head.
Last night, he had wanted to approach her, but Cenzia had dropped by. Much to his surprise, she had made her needs known to him. What sane man would turn down a good f**k?
She had undressed before him, not minding if anyone could have stepped out at that moment. She was f*****g bold, and he loved bold. She was also a good
