When he pulled out, she loosed a breathy whine of protest. "Very. Effective," she groaned of his demonstration of both his absence and the deep, solid pleasure of his presence.

She offered him a slow, smoky smile in the mirror and the next time he pulled out, she lifted her chest clear of the chair so that he could see more of her, maybe even his fingers as they worked over her clit. "Do...you...remember yet?"