Jasmine scent, ivory skin, round icy blue eyes, lofty dark hair that smells like vanilla-scented shampoo, 5’7, Nubian nose.
Ian found himself struggling with the random images of this particular woman, her messy hair sprawled on the bed under him, her subtle melodious moans filling the room and leaving him yearning for more.
The pure euphoria he felt as her thin hands wrapped that carefully around his neck and dug into his back as she cried out in ecstasy, overwhelmed by pleasure as her o****m raked through her, leaving her squeezing him so tight, he could lose himself in her.
He wanted to feel it again, that pleasure-wrecked expression on her face as he pounded her ferociously and without mercy, the way her ivory skin turned pale red when he pressed down too hard.
Her weak, hoarse voi
