Kelvin's POV
Her cleavage...
Wet blonde curls dripping and soaking her towel that barely covers her luscious boobs, and leaving a rough sketch of her n*****s.
Celine's reflection stares back at me, instead of mine.
Fuck!
My hands on her naked body, tracing her every curve, caressing her belly button, and trailing down her wetness...
Forcefully shaking off the dirty thoughts from my head, I look into the mirror once more. This time, I see myself, and not a figment of my wild thoughts.
Stepping out of view, I get beneath the shower to cool off. Just maybe the cold water will wash off every absurdity.
Not until a few hours ago, she has never appealed to me in the slightest way, and now that she does, it's quite surprising that I can't shake her off.
I've seen women, fully naked
