“Take them off,” I hiss, but I don’t move. I stay moored in my spot against the tree, my hands still above my head. If anyone walked past now, they’d either get very aroused very quickly, or suffer a heart attack.
“Are you sure?” Joanne tips her head again. She looks like desire personified. Like someone about to lose the control she so carefully exercised all day. “Are you sure you can take that?”
Of course I’m not sure, but I’m not going to come just watching her touch herself, am I? What with my hands still obediently wrapped around the tree. “Yes. Please. I need to see.”
“You need to see my p***y? You need to see how wet I am for you too?” She flicks her tongue along her lips, smudging the lipstick even more. It’s the sight of a woman undone, of a woman surrendering to her own desir
