Raw Pleasures
Sam murmured, brushing Charlotte’s damp hair from her face.
Charlotte, still shuddering, whispered hoarsely, “I… I’ve never needed anyone like that before.”
Sam smiled wickedly. “That’s just the beginning. We still have the rest of your ‘spa day.’”
Steam curled lazily through the private spa suite, the air perfumed with lavender and sandalwood. Charlotte lay draped across the padded table, robe untied, skin still flushed from her first climax. Samantha moved with languid confidence, gathering warm oils, cotton cloths, razors gleaming under soft light.