The door shut behind her with a soft click. Amber stood at the edge of the room, lit only by the low glow from the hallway. His shirt hung open on her, brushing just below her hips, nothing underneath. Her skin gleamed in the dim light, legs bare, hair tousled, lips parted. Mason sat on the bed, shirt undone, pants unzipped. His cock strained against the fabric, thick and hard, a clear invitation. He looked at her like sh...