The vibrator in my arched, exploded p***y zapped, bringing me back from my wandering thoughts and back to the present.
Now he was sitting naked on the edge of my bed eyes directly staring at my exposed labia with hooded eyes filled with lust.
I f*****g loved it when he looked at me like that. It did something to me. Took away all insecurities I may have been feeling. Healed me and left me a dripping, soaking mess.
Everyday when I see those hooded, dark eyes directed at me, I am grateful for waiting for him to come out of his grief and depression. Because now I have that hot, disgustingly beautiful hunk all to myself.
"On your knees" he said softly and I didn't need him to repeat himself. He never did anyway.
Just a simple sentence that wasn't a request and I was on my knees between
