Faye walked in, carrying the moisture of the water.
He only had a towel wrapped around his waist, and his jet-black hair was dripping wet, with shimmering droplets sliding down his cheeks, neck, chest, waist, and eventually disappearing into the towel...
They had met each other honestly several times and knew each other's deep and shallow ends.
This time, Tessa Caldwell sat up on the bed and looked at him openly: "You're so slow, I've already finished, and you're just coming out."
When he came out, he brought a burst of heat, filled with strong pheromones that made her heartbeat uncontrollably quicken.
Faye sat down by the bed, his eyes holding a mischievous charm as he locked eyes with Tessa Caldwell, who was staring at him: "What are you dawdling for?"
Tessa Caldwell complained, "You said you were waiting for me, waiting for what? You know I'm not up for it."
Faye brushed aside her hair from her cheek: "Let's try today; maybe it'll work."
