Yasmin
My throat bobbed up, and down as I stared at myself. A fresh wave of arousal washed over me as I took in the painting of me. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before.
My eyes traveled from my full, perky breasts down to between my legs. He had added the detail of my p***y dripping wet, and it made me drip in real-time.
“I think it’s beautiful,” I whispered almost inaudibly.
“Not as beautiful as my view of your pretty p***y gaping at me and your asshole…” he teased the entrance, and when I made to move away, he grabbed, “I’m going to take you there, soon.”
He grabbed my hair and yanked it hard. “I’m going to f**k you so hard, I’ll reach spots Ryan couldn’t touch. I’ll fill you up in a way nobody has, until I’m all you can think of…”
My lips quivered.
And without warning,
