She's so oversensitive there that even the slight touch is enough to drive her senses wild, making her moan and whimper, arching her chest up like she's trying to offer her breasts up to him.
He yanks his fingers back and grins at her, teeth bright in the dark.
He looks- well, he looks kind of ridiculously hot in his workout gear, a tight white shirt over a pair of shorts and what looks like leggings underneath. There's sweat on his forehead, an indication that he had been running prior to coming here and being sidetracked.
"Your legs tell me to f**k you," he says, pointing the camera between her legs, fingers hovering just above the skin on her thigh, where she had felt the marker pen scribble something on earlier. "But Jesus, look at you. There's come practically dripping out of her l
