The room smelled of expensive perfume and rough sex. Wren lay on the floor, breathless, all strength gone from her limbs; her body felt like jelly. Hazel hovered above her, a wide grin lighting her face as she admired the masterpiece she'd made.
"You look breathtaking right now," Hazel said, tenderness and adoration in her eyes.
Wren rolled her eyes. "You're a monster. Don't flatter me." She tried to push Hazel away, then noticed Hazel clambering on top of her, spreading legs and arms. "You're seducing me, aren't you?" she scoffed. "I can't— I can't move. I need a break." Wren cried desperately,
Hazel who was as energetic as a horse male pouted like a child in return "But I'm just getting started. I haven't used my special move yet. I want to bring out the toys on round four and save the BDSM for round five—then we do it again, this time outdoors."
