Enjin pulling you in the open space of his spread legs on the ledge of your bed, two big hands slip up and under the fluff material of your slightly damped towel that clings around your slightly slick, smooth wet figure, delectably. Tattooed digits curve around the supple, plush mounds of flesh at the back of your thighs to tug you closer to his body. Rests his smug face onto your chest beaming up at you with a cheeky, slant of a grin playing on his lips. Delicately, subtly massaging the tender skin of your smooth, bare thighs.













