Something's in the air

Samson watched Alina prepare a traditional Russian dinner with great relish. Gray might be a licentious, overpowered immortal being, but he knew how to let desire stew to maximize pleasure. Here in her apartment, Alina had quickly dropped any pretense of ****, and threw herself fully into the act of making Gray a delicious dinner. Her body language also betrayed exactly what she had planned for after dinner, as she moved through the kitchen with teasing, sexualized motions. Here an unnecessarily long bend, there a big stretch revealing her large perky tits from behind the unbuttoned shirt she wore.

After almost an hour of anticipation, Samson and Gray sat across from Alina, with two heaping bowls of goulash on the small kitchen table between them.