Every inch of him was tight and powerfully built; she was even beginning to love the heinous scars marring his beautiful body. She now knew to look on them as a sign of his strength, dedication and courage, not something to pity as she had the first time she'd seen them. "Recline your seat back," Grant ordered and she more than happily obliged, reclining it as far as it would go. He'd threatened to one day feast off of her body and it appeared today was going to be that day. With the spoon and bowl of chocolate in one hand he used the other to spread her legs wide, propping them up and over the arm rests. The cool air from the overhead vent directly above them blew down on her tickling her soaked pussy, which still had evidence of their lovemaking seeping from it. She squirmed once more and moaned softly, the cool air assaulting her pussy reminded her of the night he'd pushed her up against the jet stream of a hotel hot tub and fucked her while the pounding of water against her helped bring her to an earth-shattering climax.
