Noah observed his spouse emerge from the dressing room, drying her chestnut locks with a hand-held blower. Claded in scarlet lingerie, her cleavage was on full display, causing Noah to gulp hungrily.
At forty-eight years old, Dolores was not conventionally striking, yet the more one gazed upon her, the more beautiful she became. The tiny piercing on her upper lip exuded a Marilyn Monroe-esque sexiness, while her features were delicate and endearing, her skin appearing luxuriously smooth.
Noah continued to observe as she stood in front of the fitting mirror, gently combing her hair down her left shoulder.
"Honey?" Noah uttered softly, but Dolores pretended not to hear, continuing to brush her hair.
"How long will you continue to give me the cold shoulder, Dolores?" Noah inquired, but hi
