Magazine sex tips

Zasha sat on my bed with a magazine open on her lap, thumb sliding slowly over the glossy page. I paused, watering can dripping on the carpet, and leaned in to see. She had landed right on the sex tips spread. Her finger traced the steps. She didn’t notice me watching. I felt my pulse in my throat. She was so close I could smell her shampoo, see the faint freckles across her chest where her tank top dipped low. I set the watering can down. Her bare feet were tucked under her, toes curling against the sheets as she kept reading, completely lost in the page.