The question goes unfinished. She thinks fleetingly, proudly. XXNX A sheen of sweat forms on her pearly white skin. She is the most delicious woman he has ever fucked. His steel-blue gaze leaves her as he draws his pants down to the floor. She leans back into the side of the mattress, plunging an eager few fingers into her wetness. Crysta curls her toes. They are the sliding doors that house the closet. Behind her, still all dressed in his corporate suit, his eyes are downcast. Crysta takes in the sight of his handsome head between her thighs, licking lightly at her left thigh. Rapidly, she does her best to undress him. She is but is unable to read the expression on his face. It makes her think of chocolate and caramel and not the busy foyer from less than an hour before.
