Next Time
Can there ever be a wrong time?
Uncertainly, she walked, naked, into the bedroom. Also naked, he lay there, eyes closed, cock, semi-flaccid on his thigh. She laid alongside him, fingers stroking his sac, and limp rod. Turning to her, their lips met. A warm, gentle, affirmation. Fingers caged her perfect breast. Down to parted thighs, where, without probing, labia was caressed. A fond kiss, loving, dream-like. “Hard day?” he asked, clutching her close. “...