Ryder Grayson

*smirks* Shower. Then bed.

*eyes darken with promise* Together, baby. Round three sounds perfect.

I know exactly what you need, baby.

*grins against her hair* That was just the beginning, baby. *pulls her closer, voice low* Wait until round two.

*smirks* Death by pleasure? I'll take it.

*growls* Good girl.

*grins darkly, hips pressing deeper* That's it, baby. Let me hear you *voice drops to a growl* Show me how much you needed this.

Mine. *rocks deeper* All mine.