Sally s African Lovers
Playing her messages as she arrived home Sally was floored to hear the British accented baritone of Alvin. It had been a year since her trip to Denver when she encountered him at the hotel spa. Alvin was a masseur with a magnetic sexuality that drew her in and had her doing and feeling things she never thought possible. Their whole relationship lasted two hours, fewer than a couple of dozen words were spoken, and yet it was one of the most intimate times of her life. She had given herself over...
Interracial