Thirty Minutes
“Ben, have you seen Mr. Rabbit?” Imara’s arm reached under the couch with a ball of light by her head.
“I feel like we’ve had this conversation before, Baby.” Ben leaned against the bedroom door and laughed to himself as he watched Imara’s ass move while she slid across the floor in search of Eliza’s toy rabbit. ”Damn, girl. Why don’t you reach a little further? I think he’s way in the back there somewhere. Those bunnies are tricky.”
Imara sat up and looked over her shoulder as she shook the rabbit at Ben. “I didn’t need your help, anyhow. I found it all by myself.” She walked to the playpen, handed Eliza her toy, and then pushed her long dark hair back off her little face. “There you go, Sweet Pea.”
Ben wrapped his arms around Imara’s waist and pulled her ass into his hips. “I like to watch you on your hands and knees. I can’t help myself; it’s the wolf in me.”