Michael
And still, she judders against the purring of the vibe inside her.
But her expression….
Amazement, arousal, wonder….
…. even a touch of fear…?
Will she safeword?
…. Let’s see….
I sit beside her, drinking it in, wallowing in the moment. “Yeah…. that’s the look…” Her pussy is streaming, her clit stiffly scarlet. I flick it with a finger a couple of times, just to watch her jerk and jump and scream. I’ve wondered sometimes how it feels to a woman to have her clit played with….
…. all those nerve endings….
And here she is, exquisitely aroused, and I….
I could do anything….
…. and she knows it….
Wonder when she’ll spot James?
She’s laid back flat, arms stretched taut and restrained by my belt. Her knees are splayed wide….
Can I open her up more without hurting her….?
…. and her hair spills over the floor in a copper tide. Normally it would contrast against her ivory skin, but right now, she’s flushed across stomach, tits and face to almost match it.