Chapter 1740 Fuck: You Owe Me:>18

Each movement of the towel was slow and delicate, as if they were drying fine china after dinner. They took their time. She started at the top, fussing with his hair, making it stand straight up, then out to the sides, then fluffing it into a fuzz ball. She worked down his chest, stepping in close to plant small kisses along the line of his jaw as the towel moved lower to his abdomen. Then, both of them grinning, she dried his crotch, both her hands gently rubbing through the towel, kneading his thighs and gently cupping his balls. Then she threw the towel around his back and pulled him against her, crushing their bodies together as she slowly pulled the towel across his back, side to side. He kissed her forehead. His hands stroked her love handles.