A haze clouded her vision, then slowly she became clear-headed again. His palm was full of strength and scorching warmth, exploring her body slowly. Joshua Hughes's eyes were somewhat dark, his long fingers danced over her perfect fullness, sometimes gently caressing, sometimes kneading heavily, wickedly and restlessly playing with her soft doves in front, slow and forceful caresses left no room for her resistance.
Avery Jane shook her head lightly in distress, breathing softly....
Joshua's eyes were crimson, he turned her small face, captured her lips, his large hand gently pressing her head, his slender fingers burrowing dominantly into her hair, breath growing heavier.
