Perhaps it was because of the close proximity as Lynn sat upon him.
Or maybe because some strange images had already started to form in Janet's mind.
Janet's body became increasingly warm.
To the extent that.
The surface of Janet's smooth and tight skin was tinged with a hint of red.
Without any need for instruction from Lynn, Janet began to move gently.
Janet leaned forward slightly, lying on Lynn's broad and strong chest.
Her face, flushed with a rosy hue, quickly moved closer to Lynn.
Janet's cheeks pressed tightly against Lynn's.
A cool sensation appeared instantly on Lynn's lips.
Looking at Janet in front of him, her eyes closed and lost in the moment.
Lynn raised his eyebrows, no longer holding back.
He reached out his hands, exploring and roaming over Janet's body.
After a dozen minutes.
Only the rhythmic sounds of swaying hot water remained in the quiet private room.
...
Under the veil of night.
In a city ravaged with wounds and scars.
