The jasmine candle from the night before flickered on the nightstand, its scent mingling with the musk of their earlier training session, the air thick with the promise of more. Katie Harper, 40, stood by the bed, her blonde hair loose, her green eyes burning with a hunger that had only grown since Greg's submission that afternoon.
The jasmine candle from the night before flickered on the nightstand, its scent mingling with the musk of their earlier training session, the air thick with the promise of more. Katie Harper, 40, stood by the bed, her blonde hair loose, her green eyes burning with a hunger that had only grown since Greg's submission that afternoon.