The room smelled of it, mixed with the aroma of fragrant oil, fresh leather, scented candles, polished wood, and his musk. XXX Hot On the second try, she managed to keep her head up. Her fists clenched overhead as the second and third wave flowed from her cunt, electrifying her back, arms, legs. The long mirror reflected his form behind her. She felt his juice run out of her, down her inner thighs—Remember… She did not want the coming change, didn´t want to lose what they had together. She watched him, his form so tall behind her, brown skin glistening, his tight crew-cut hair with the dash of gray at the temples, his brown, intense eyes watching her as she watched him: Tyrone. Polished wood felt hard but cool against her chest, taking her exhausted weight.
