Erron opened the door slightly to see his woman fingering her p*ssy. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and watched the scene before him. Her eyes were closed as she flung her head back. She cried out his name. Her fingers were moving faster over her slit. From where he stood, the light reflected on her, and he saw she was dripping wet.
He moved into the bedroom, quietly, as he didn’t want to disturb her.
He got closer, and when he could stand it no more, he covered her fingers with his own.
She opened her eyes, gasping his name.
“I’m here, angel.” She went to move. He turned and held her down onto the bed.
“Move your hand away. Hold onto the head board.” Erron instructed her. She did everything he asked without question. He smiled at her compliance.
Unbuttoning his shirt wit
