Her boxers clung to her slim hips,Fucking the faded t-shirt loose on her narrow shoulders, and her cock pressed against the fabric, half-hard and restless. She was worn out, her legs shaky, but that spark of want flickered on.

They met in the hallway, Ken’s towering presence softened by a gentle smile as he gestured her ahead, and they headed downstairs, the wooden steps creaking under his weight. Looks good, right?”

She swallowed hard, her hands balling into fists. He turned to the full-length mirror propped against the wall, and there she was–tall, poised, staring back with his own uncertain expression twisting her features.