Peering up through his thick eyelashes, he purposely locked eyes with me. His mouth was just centimeters from my pussy when his breath rolled against my hairless sex. My hips twitched against him and I let out a loud content moan. This was pure torture. "I do not know what has gotten into me, I feel like a crazed man." I could feel his words drift across my pussy. "You are so beautiful like this, the things I want to do, what I am thinking," he admitted, his stubble tickling me. "You are glistening, soaking wet and dripping on to the floor for me. I love that I do this to you."
