The house's bedrooms were all located on the second floor, save for the one Lydia occupied which was at the far-end of the base floor. Before he even put a foot on the stairs, John's girlfriend pushed her suitcase into his arms.
"Just so we are clear," John announced, while carrying the case after her, "I am only obeying because I get to look at your ass." And he very much did follow the swing of her hips as she stepped up the stairs. The firm roundness of her butt was stretching the fabric of her blue jeans to the maximum and John couldn't wait to feel his hands finally digging into her soft skin again.
Rave stopped at the top of the stairs. Deliberately, she turned only her upper body to look back at him. Her eyes were gazing with open desire. She licked her lips, her tongue-piercing glistening in the artificial light of the lamps that illuminated the hallway.
