Robert G.S.K.

Dark wouldn't be asked twice. He stood and snapped out his belt, unbuckled his jeans, pushed the tight faded denim down his thighs just far enough that his thickening cock sprang out and settled to a slowly engorging erection. While waiting for it to fully rise, Devon...

She was Amarind. But he didn't know that yet. He saw her and nothing came to him and he looked away. Then back. The sort of chick you meet at a bar and at first sight you know her and know everything about her - what she thinks and wants, the what-she-did-yesterdays...