Her short, dark hair plastered to her forehead, accentuating the softer angles of her boyish face–flushed cheeks, tired brown eyes flickering with a stubborn spark. Linda’s warning hung in the air, but her hand betrayed her, inching toward his leg until her fingers brushed the shredded fabric. She moaned, her body trembling beneath him, and he pressed his chest–Linda’s chest–against her back, his breasts flattening against her, his abs a hard plane against her spine.

“Ken–fuck,Lesbian ” she gasped, her voice breaking in his throat, and he grinned, releasing her cock to grab her hips again. Naked, he stood before the full-length mirror, his broad shoulders, sculpted abs, wide hips framing a pussy still tender from the day, reflected back at him.