I almost scream at him to put his face back there, but he opened his mouth to speak “You like to feel the ink drying, don’t you,” he says, then blows gently onto me, ruffling my pelt.
It is sublime. He crawls up over my body keeping my legs thrust apart with his own meaty thighs. I can see him bulging through his trousers. I know he wants me, I know I’ve turned him on.
He pulls at his zipper and his c**k falls out heavily, full with want and desire. A thick, feral musk fills the room as our scents meet. I reach down to pleasure him, but he grabs and pins me by the wrists over my head with one of his hands.
With the other, he grabs his shaft and guides it to my opening. He lets go and just hovers there, pressing lightly until my p***y can bear the teasing no longer and I lift my hips to
