Ian wished he had his glasses. As soon as Chrissie stepped more than two feet away from him, she got blurry. He wanted to soak in every detail of her rosy cheeks and drowsy smile. Not to mention her bare breasts, their n*****s still erotically peaked. He could still feel their weight in his palms. His hands tingled and twitched at the memory.
He could still feel her silky slipperiness on his fingers, and smell the heady scent of satisfied woman. All those sensory details kept flooding through his overwhelmed brain, and keeping his c**k in a state of relentless arousal.
So maybe it was a good thing he couldn’t see much more than the creamy curves of her form. Maybe that was his only chance of getting his arousal back under control. If he didn’t, he might explode right here in the hallway
