She was watching him towel off, fresh out of a hot shower. Marie’s eyes travelled the length of his white body, taking in his curly pale hair, blue eyes, thin pink lips. She always lingered on her favourite parts of him, his thick, firm fingers, his long, curved cock.

Then Gavin’s eyes began to linger on Marie. Her right foot was firmly planted on a red-velvet-seated golden chair. She was wearing a black vinyl thong and nothing more. She was holding a purple silk scarf. Marie had something in store for him.

She reached down and pressed play on the stereo. From the speakers came a song, slow and sensual....