James
Clearly baffled, she simply stands there. But as I move to the vee of her thighs, bathing her sex in the heat of my breath, she wails and, staggering, snatches at me with her hands, pulling at my shoulders and hair.
“Gently…” I say, as I stroke between her thighs at the moist heat of her panties. “Open your legs a little. Let me at you.” She’s moaning and staggering, and as I feel at her folds through the fabric, her head flinging back, there is a warm gush and a spreading stain.
“Master, I’m sorry, but I can’t stand up properly.”
Gotcha, Girl...
I stand and sweep her up, dropping her onto the bed where she lands, gasping and sweating.
Her excitement is quite unmistakable now, and for a long moment, I hesitate, looking down at her...
Is she ready…?
... for more...?
“Are you still nervous, Charlotte? Still scared?”
There’s nothing to her but eyes as she looks back up at me, shaking her head. For a further long moment, I stall, wondering, then...