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54: New levels of pleasure
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2021-10-07 01:37:22*Davina*
I am just about ready to get out of the water, when the door finally opens and Lefu steps in. I catch my breath and stare as hypnotized at him. He has lost the jacket and shirt and is only wearing a thin undershirt, pulled halfway out of his pants. His muscles are sinew and well marked over his shoulder and down his arms. His body is a bit wider at the chest area, but otherwise slim. My eyes reach his face and I gasp when I see him looking at me.
With a smile he disappears for a moment back into the bedroom, only to return with a chair and sit down next to the tub.
"I was actually about to get up. The water has turned kind of cold". I look away, a bit embarrassed that he is just looking at me like that.
"It ran a little longer than expected. I am sorry about that". He says softly, pushing a button on the wall next to the tub.<
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