~Nadia
He was loosening the rope of his sweatpants and his pace was killing me.
He did it slowly while looking into my eyes. Like he knew what he was doing to me.
Like he knew that I badly wanted to see it and my breath hung right in the middle of my throat as I stared like a child who was witnessing the full moon for the first time.
He was done with the ropes now but he didn't take off his sweat pants. Not yet.
He rubbed his c**k prints and my eyes followed every movement of his hands, every movement of his c**k.
I swallowed.
I licked my inner lips like I was salivating.
I was.
So many thoughts ran through my head as I looked at it.
I imagined my legs spread open…and that fat c**k falling on my wet folds and slapping me wet.
I imagined it going deep inside me.
Oh godd
