Daniel sat on the small velvet stool, fully dressed again, and let his eyes wander freely over the woman in front of him.

Elise stood with her back half-turned, stuffing her massive, thoroughly used breasts back into her bra. The soft, marked flesh overflowed the cups as she clicked the front clasp shut. Faint red love bites and shiny spit trails still decorated the heavy mounds. When she began buttoning the white blouse, the fabric stretched taut across them, the outline of her stiff nipples clearly visible. Daniel's gaze dropped to the dark, wet patches already spreading on the bra cups — the places where his mouth had sucked, bitten, and marked her while he fucked her.