Tasting the Forbidden
His stamina must be top-notch, and soon my mind began to wander to other activities which might require some stamina too.
The man was wearing a black tank top which had his muscles bulging out of it beautifully. Sinfully. Temptingly.
And my mouth went dry when I saw his lips move into a smirk as he addressed Samantha, right before he chuckled dryly, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
The game of chase resumed… Before long, he blew into a whistle and said, “Good job, everyone. Time for your stretching.”
“Stretching?” One of the guys argued, his tone of voice slightly outraged. “What would we need stretching for?”