“I want you again, Ana,” he whispered into her ear. “Good God, I want to f**k you—all day, all night long—like you’ve never been f****d before.”
Ana certainly loved the sound of that, for that was exactly what she had fantasized ever since first spotting him through her camera three weeks earlier.
By way of response, she guided Beau directly under the showerhead, ogling as the water cascaded over his flesh, rinsing the froth from his hairy torso and crotch. She planted her hands on his firm pectorals, then slowing sank to her knees. Her mouth followed the trail of hair down his belly and past his navel.
As ravenous as before, she wrapped her lips around the head of his c**k. Her tongue performed an enthusiastic waltz along the underside of his plump shaft as she began to suck. But as mu
