I bring my hands between my legs and, slowly, she looks away from my face, to my exposed p***y and how I’m touching it for her. It only takes a few seconds before I feel her hand on mine. Gently, she pushes it away, and replaces it with hers.
I gasp for air at the connection of her finger on my c**t, and even more so when she fixes her gaze on me again.
“Don’t close your eyes,” she says, but I had no intention of doing so. Her eyes on me are all I need, while her finger works my c**t. But then her finger stops, and she leaves me hanging for a second, her smile growing wider, her eyes glinting behind the glass of her spectacles. Then her finger travels lower, through the wetness that has pooled there.
“You’re so wet.” I watch her red lips form the most redundant words in the history of m
