Craving the Caress: A Touch of Temptation

Her neatly groomed pubic fleece was a shade yellower than her long golden tresses. A sheen of gold rouge was on her broad, blush-prone cheeks; her eyes were lightly mascara’d. XXX Hers was the libidinousness of a bride as yet in the chapel: artless yet curious. A scarlet ferret was the exception to Katy’s bridal-white costume. Her allegiance abruptly shifting, she begged for Ann’s aid. Or a strong hand. Katy gave an embarrassed giggle. Hiding her puffed wet quim with her hand, she huddled to Jeff. Katy’s swan neck was bound by a white satin bowtie. To the hostess he said, of Katy,
“She’ll be returned to you well plumbed. Jeff had learned, in bordello assignations, eros’ variants. Do not linger. The starry night had acquired a moon.