Thirteen
He just watched me. We sat across from each other while Toy writhed in o****m. Her n*****s were straining pinpoints as she arched her back. Her heels dug into the carpet and she ground her a*s down as her p***y juices dripped into the fibers. Her arms and thighs shook from the impact. It was a beautiful sight, but he wasn’t looking at her. Eagle was watching me.
He rose from his chair. He walked around Toy as her o****m continued to wrack her body. He came before me, bent his knees, and sank down to my feet. His head was lowered but his eyes were lifted.
“May I?”
I spread my thighs for him. He didn’t touch. He just looked.
His slow inhales and languid exhales lulled me into a meditative state. His face contorted in reverence like my p***y was an altar and he worshiped before
