Washing Machine

John kissed her passionately tapping against her lip with his tongue for entrance and when Roselyn opened her mouth enough they tongue began a slow erotical dance as John pushed her hips closer to his body. He departed only to take her hands and ran inside the house. 

"John…" Roselyn said when he was leaning closer for another kiss.

"If you don't…" she tried to say but John didn't let her speak and rolled her body against the wall until they entered the bathroom.

Roselyn had to fix her balance not to fall and was fascinated to see how beautiful the bathroom was, adorned with sophisticated furniture and with a huge mirror bordered with roses shaped lamps.

The residence didn't have that raffinate aspect but only the bathroom seemed to have a special regard and meticulous attention for details.

"The furniture is the scraps of the castle's furniture," John explained and Roselyn widened her eyes. Those were the scraps?