Black Stallion

Lester's eyes, dark with unspent passion, devoured her. He knew exactly what she wanted, what they both craved. With a low growl, he took her by the waist, his strong hands warm against her skin, and gently turned her, guiding her to lie prone on the soft mattress. The duvet, still cool from being turned down, felt luxurious beneath her naked form. She propped herself up on her elbows, her back ar...