TheMysteryGuy
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She looked angelic, silhouetted there against the backdrop of Los Angeles. With a towel around his body and hair up, the slight wetness of his skin glistened in the light. Mark softly padded over to the window and stood beside her, and whistled. "Certainly one hell of a view..."
Again he could not quite place her emotions, it was strange and frustrating but he let it go, returning the hesitant smile with a warm one. Mark felt her eyes flickering across his chest, and he had to suppress a blush. "Your turn." It was soft and playful but with the slightest hint of suggestion... He tried not to think of Candice washing herself, soap trickling down those curves, hair long and flowing.
Again he could not quite place her emotions, it was strange and frustrating but he let it go, returning the hesitant smile with a warm one. Mark felt her eyes flickering across his chest, and he had to suppress a blush. "Your turn." It was soft and playful but with the slightest hint of suggestion... He tried not to think of Candice washing herself, soap trickling down those curves, hair long and flowing.