Harriet panted on the bed, sweat dripping all over her skin, making her skin glow white in the moonlight. Harriet's eyes felt heavy, and she was about to enter the dream space when she realized Liam, who had just climaxed for the second time, was still standing straight down there.
He kissed Harriet's forehead, then her eyebrows, her cheeks, her nose, her lips and her chin. The man's left hand gently stroked his own manhood, then slowly grew faster and wilder.
He didn't say anything, just kissed every inch of Harriet's limp body, stopped on her still flat stomach, and descended down, lifting her legs up, down her thighs, down her knees, down the backs of her foot–
He didn't miss a beat, still continuously giving pleasure to his own manhood while enjoying the beauty of his wife's body.
