Veiled Memories

Kaelen wandered over to the stream with a coconut husk in his hand, and Nyssa couldn't stop herself from watching him. She bit her lip as her gaze rolled over the broad expanse of his sculpted back before drifting lower to his tight ass and then to the thick length swaying lazily between his legs, which she could somehow still see even from this distance.

She shook her head with an amused grin.