Myron's POV
The knock I was waiting for came. It was soft and hesitant, just how I liked them. I took my time, crossing the room. When I pulled the door open, the woman on the other side didn't even flinch. I guess she was used to this.
Her hair was dark and it spilled over her shoulders in a curly wave. She wore a lace bra that was so thin and I could see her nipples. She wore matching panties that hugged her hips, the lace barely covering the swell of her ass.
