Live black booty. We lazily begin to wash each other, enjoying the feel of each other’s skin.
Clean and satisfied, you step out of the bathtub and reach for a towel. I notice you walking gingerly as you leave the bathroom.
I break out into a sly grin. The animal is still here, waiting until next time.
His heart pounded as he stood in the doorway, watching as she moved about, enticing with her wiggling hips whenever she bent to retrieve something. He wanted to move farther in, to take her in his arms and kiss her passionately, but she had commanded that he stay where he was. Live black booty.