Hartwell watched her carefully, his eyes getting darker with each passing second as he looked at her naked form. Unfastening his belt, he threw the leather thing to the chair and then unbuttoned his pants, freeing his erect d**k. It showed itself with a glisten of pre-c*m on it.
"Look at you," he growled. "Such a desperate slut." Not entering her yet, he leaned down and put his mouth to her inner thigh, biting down hard enough to make her cry out loudly.
"Sir!"
"Be quiet," he ordered, licking the red bite mark with his tongue. Moving higher up, his nose brushed the trimmed hairs of her mound. Inhaling deeply, he scented her arousal. "You smell like a slut in heat. Were you wet when walking here?"
"Yes," she trembled, answering. "I was thinking about you, sir."
"Good. Lay still," he sa
