SAMUEL
The way she looks at me, how she bites her lower lip, how damn sexy she looks with that piece of fabric called pajamas.
She has me hard, completely hard, with my p***s begging to penetrate her.
It drips anxiously for her.
I desire her, f*****g hell, I desire to see her legs spread open on my bed, on my desk, or wherever.
I just want to enjoy her and have her only for myself.
She tempts me, playing with me because she suspects that I like her, that I want to do things, not necessarily good things, with her body.
Well, good for me if I do.
"If I need your help... I'll let you know," she tells me with a mischievous touch, with a slight insinuation that my pants feel when my p***s jumps eagerly.
I love the way she looks at me, how she always looks at me, with an inherent sweetn
