Sophie’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring the blend of sensations—the warmth of the water, the pressure of Mark’s body against hers, the gentle kiss, and the underlying hum of control she wielded. She opened her eyes, a playful glint returning to them.
Sophie’s smile widened. “Good. Let’s start slow.” She reached for the bottle, feeling the gentle weight in her palm, and tilted it, letting a few drops of the warm liquid cascade down the side of the couch. The water sizzled slightly as it met the leather, leaving a glossy sheen that caught the light. PissVids - Sofa Weber aka Sophie Weber - Rough ...
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound. “Only if you’re the one giving it to me.” Sophie’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring
She turned her head, eyes dark with desire, and whispered, “Now, you know what I want.” She lifted her leg, positioning it over Mark’s shoulder, the leather pressing against both of them. The contact was intimate, a shared secret in the quiet of the loft. “Good