Bab 493: The Irony

Fenju slipped her hands under the elastic at the waist of my shorts she liked wearing so much, and shifted her hips up, taking them off and along her legs. She dropped the black boxer from her fingertips and leaned back like a goddess on a dais, her legs slightly curved, one arm stretched out, one bent at the elbow.

It was a pose. Not unlike one she might do for a portrait.

But this pose was just for me.

My lady looked so beautiful and I almost didn't want to move.

Gosh! I needed to drink her in first and I needed to get drunk on with my lady. Thus I could never get enough of looking at my beauty.

And I took a step and got rid of a sock. Another step and I lost the second one. It was just me and my boxer now.

Fenju licked her lips as I moved right to the edge and waited for her to touch me.

My body was wound tight as I could go, my balls ached for her touch and it was all I could do not to mount up before get buried inside her.