Red-clad Vixen In Fishnet Weaves Her Fingers Around A Throbbing Shaft

I feel her hand moving from my neck, down to my chest, below my waist. Xxnx I kiss her on the forehead and squeeze her tight. Holding on to her I walk to the bath room, letting her down just before we reach the shower cabin. I feel her hand moving from my neck, down to my chest, below my waist. This time it’s slow. “Hey there sexy!”
Dinner is very good, I compliment her, as a reward she says, she wants to see a naked man do the dishes. After one of her orgasms, I use her raised legs to turn her on her stomach. “Wear this,” and throws me a robe. But when our eyes meet, the smiles fade. “Mmm,..yummy,” she says. When the storm dies down, we get up out of the bath. “Thank you,” she says in a small mousy voice.