He thought it was almost a crime against nature to have kept such a perfect body hidden for so long. If someone had created an image of the ideal woman from his imagination, it would've been Alana. Her hourglass figure, deceptively long legs, and the magnificent sensuality of her pose turned his c**k into a rod of granite.
The look on her face was a combination of a rapturous smile -- a perfect smile -- and a woman possessed. The l**t on her face and the feral intensity in her eyes spoke of long-repressed desires she was desperate to have met. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow under her head, framing her face in a sea of chocolate brown waves.
Every inch of her skin was absolutely flawless and looked sun-kissed. It was like she spent her life in pursuit of the perfect suntan, yet s
