Falling Into the Mist

The icy, aloof older-woman facade crumbles bit by bit in front of her younger man. One moment they're still bickering and eyeing each other with disdain, the next his fingers are slipping beneath the restaurant table into her most sensitive place. From a hurried quickie in the restroom to a whole night of total abandon in a hotel, she's pinned down, taken, and trained—transforming from initial resistance into offering her body up on her own. Her cold, stunning expression is gradually replaced by lust, until all that's left is the look of a sex slave who can only get wet and moan.