Chapter 80 The Good Rare Moment

• My eyes lingered on her ass as she walked into the bathroom, no doubt to return the towel. I imagined those thick curves in my palms, imagined the bounce, the rhythm, her breathy cries while she rode me like she was chasing a deadline.
• Hm. Now that I thought of it, Rali was yet to ride my cock.
• When she walked back in, cheeks faintly pink and fingers rubbing her arm, I knew she was about to say something silly.