Sexy mademoiselle

She had closed her eyes, and only nodded, saying nothing. It was better for him, her voice may have thrown him over the edge and embarrassed him into finding his release without any friction.

He poured the muscle repair cream into his palms first, rubbing together before applying it on her legs, those soft straight legs that were sexy in heels. 

He focused on her tense muscles, ignoring her soft whimpers into the pillow which gave him other ideas. He avoided her butt as he went up, giving attention instead to her thighs-fleshy and tanned. Her bronze skin glistened underneath the light, and he remembered nights before when he had explored her body and left marks. Faint lines were still on her back, it gave him a sick satisfaction. 

'You've washed off the dye?' Ricky had decided then that a conversation might keep the mood cool to an extent. Nothing could cure him of this, but a dialogue to keep his brain busy might keep him sane for some time.