His eye-lids concealed his grey eyes. Blackness sprawled infront his eyes. And then in that darkness, a picture was slowly and sensually drawn.
Grey eyes.
Slender nose.
Laughing lips. Rosy lips.
Perfect cheeks.
Honey blonde locks.
Her dainty hands holding a rose.
The picture faded and then came a certain scene.
Her writhing under him. Her rosy lips that were smiling earlier now shivered. Her cheeks paled. Her grey eyes closed. Her fingers dugging in his muscular back. Then her lips opening as she let out a wince.
The pleasure filled within him.
The sound of his grunts mixed with her moans and winces began to play like a music in his ears as he laid in the bed.
One more thrust and she came undone there against the glass-wall of the washroom. The shower showering the drops of
