Meanwhile, Stephanie Lesa needed to relax and unwind from a hectic day of harvesting souls, so she was lying in her Jacuzzi. Her Jacuzzi was filled with water with camomile oil to soothe the nerves and her jasmine candle burned in the corner of the tub. A bottle of her favourite Chardonnay was left to breathe as she rested her head on the towel and the warm waters crested over her dark grape like n*****s.
Her glass was already half empty and the wine complemented the water that surrounded her body. The soft cotton rag rested on the side of the bath as the dimly lit room combined with the scented candles stimulated memories of romance or even the decadence she had observed at the Plantation Restaurant that was nestled in the hills of Manchester.
She touched her n****e and it sent a wave
