She firmly placed a towel down on the bed before signaling Alana to lay across it. She obliged and laid face down with her arms crossed, head facing t...e left, barely able to peek.Kiandra's presence was near her feet as there was a moment of stillness while she collected something before reaching over to turn on some music. Her ears then perked at the sound of a bottle opening before a cold sensation traveled up and down her back."What's the safe word?" Kiandra asked before she began to smooth. His one aim; to make it rise against his lips.He continually stabbed at it or pulled on it; making it rise from its hooded hiding place.He pressed himself against my rear, just slightly separating the cheeks so his hard arousal could rest between them. I knew he wanted to press it into me, for I could feel his arousal quiver as its head rested against that tight rosebud, and my cheeks softly encased the hard, stiff rod that was his shaft.But, being the considerate lover he is, he knew I wasn't. If any of these things are likely to offend you or make you squeamish, you don't have to read it. It's probably a bit more upbeat than most of my work, but that still doesn't mean that it's going to be all sweetness and light.Phew.------------------------------------------------------------------Everyone Deserves a Happy EndingBy XoYo"Take my shoes off and throw them in the lake And I'll be two steps on the water." - Kate Bush, "The Hounds of Love"To be brutally honest, Bromley doesn't. He had only managed to unhook three buttons by the time she dispensed with both shoes and his socks.“Hurry up,” she said as she climbed into the bed.He continued to stare at the doorway while she settled in, and he finished unbuttoning his shirt. He slipped it off, and at a loss of what to do, let it flutter to the floor.“Not bad,” she cooed at the sight of his bared chest.He glanced toward her when she spoke, and immediately wished he hadn’t. She was caressing her right breast with one hand,.