Miss Rose emerged from the washroom looking the very same as she had when she went in, bare and hot as damnation.

He grinned and she grinned back. “Happy to see you prepared,” she said.

He murmured with alleviation.

He watched her tits wiggle as she strolled over to the room entryway and shut the door.

“Allow me to make up for this,” she said, and adjusted the huge towel she had been lying on, so it was further up the bed.

“Don't want to stain the bedsheet with my oil”

Toward the edge of the bed, Miss Rose twisted at the midriff and laid on her outstretched arms. Her...