Kapitel 138: Chapter 138 Magic Tongue

Her body was laid bare, legs spread wide in shameless invitation, and Ross was settled between her thighs, his dark eyes focused entirely on her. 

The sight of herself like this—so vulnerable, so exposed—sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her.

I'm about to be devoured by a real man, she thought, her cheeks flushing at the realization. 

Her reflection in the mirror was almost unrecognizable: flushed, disheveled, and drowning in lust. 

Her lips were parted, her chest heaving, and her eyes glazed with anticipation.

"Ahhhh…" she moaned, her voice trembling as her pussy grew wetter from the sheer eroticism of the moment. 

The slick heat between her thighs was undeniable, and she could feel it dripping down, evidence of just how ready she was.

Ross's gaze flicked upward, catching her eyes in the mirror. 

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, and the intensity of his stare sent shivers through her.