Kolkev unlocked the door and stepped through. She and Lynn weren’t on speaking terms, not since she’d kept dating Kolkev against Lynn’s insistent advice. They had a safe word. That dream girl. The house was a two-story affair with a spacious patio off the back that looked down a sloped embankment toward a forest, and from beyond the forest came the sound of a rushing river. Lynn hadn’t appreciated it, not one bit. “What’s going on, Anya? Not because he didn’t want to find that girl of his dreams. “Please, Kol. But at the time Anya had been falling for Kol, and falling hard. His gigantic biceps and his six-pack chest rippling with muscle, they were a type of eye candy that Anya never grew tired of. Her nipples pebbled up with such arousal as her cunt gripped his stabbing cock like a vice, milking his testicles toward the most exquisite finish imaginable. He gripped her by the chin, forcing his fingers into her mouth. He’d taken many women to his bed, but each time he’d had to break it off.
