Lark was gasping as Max scooped her out of the bath. It turned out, his little device he’d pilfered from his warehouse could in fact give her multiples before she even hit the bed with him.
Her legs felt like rubber as he stood her upright and toweled her off. His c**k was rigid, pointing straight at her while he patted her dry, his tongue helping to catch some of the water droplets the towel was missing, and she sucked in breath after breath as he teased and tormented her.
“Arms up,” he held the silky dress out and dropped it over her head.
Again, as he moved his c**k jutted forward, rubbing against the silk of the nightgown. She watched his facial expressions as he kept incredible control of his own body.
“Max,” she whispered as he brought her from the bathroom into the bedroom, “it’
