From Palmy to Palm City: Part 5: The tiger awakes.
No longer is she lying there taking it....After a couple of moments I began to feel the growing warmth of my chest against her back and my thighs against her arse. Her long brown hair at my nose smelt of apple shampoo. Her short post-orgasm rest - or rather my rest, since I had done all the servicing - was just that. Short. Blindfolded, she moved in a flurry down the bed, flinging the bed covers aside, her hands groping aimlessly for clues that she was heading in...
