Zayd unbuttoned his shirt, tearing it off of him. His pants went next, leaving him bare in front of her. His muscles shined beneath the light, glistening so beautifully that she reached forward to touch. His skin was soft beneath her palms; soft and yet so firm.

“Ready?”

Quinn nodded, spreading her legs wider when he grabbed his c*ck, guiding it towards her entrance. His eyes found hers, staring fixedly as he slowly slid in.

The eye contact, the friction…it was ...