He doesn’t leave. He points to the meditation bell. Then to his ear. Then to her lips.
Lana sits cross-legged on a woven rug. She hears a floorboard creak. She looks up.
Low light. A single candle. A thin wall separates them from the main lodge.
He slowly kneels in front of her.
She nods. Thanks him silently.
He doesn’t leave. He points to the meditation bell. Then to his ear. Then to her lips.
Lana sits cross-legged on a woven rug. She hears a floorboard creak. She looks up. SneakySex - Lana Roy - Silent Retreat
Low light. A single candle. A thin wall separates them from the main lodge. He doesn’t leave
He slowly kneels in front of her.
She nods. Thanks him silently.
