Rowan
All the while, I did nothing but look at her in the background. I looked at her carefully, I don't think she even noticed, or instead, I hope she didn't notice; otherwise, I would have passed as a maniac.
I looked at her the way she worked and was enchanted.
The way she concentrated, she put the pencil on her lips and tapped softly as she carefully observed her work, and when she found something that didn't convince her, she wrinkled her nose in that sexy way that almost drooled from my mouth.
After a while of working hard, she brought the pencil over her head and used it to tie her strawberry blonde hair, showing off that fantastic neck that seemed to be calling me right then. He begged me to be licked and sucked, and I remembered very well when I had done it.
I was a maniac.
