“Baby, it might work better if I… flip onto my stomach,” I rasp, curling at the waist to give him as much of my ass as possible. But he’s kneeling over my legs, so it’s hard to move. “I know…” he mumbles, burying his face between my legs. “But I want to see your face.” Aww… That’s sweet. Why is that so sweet? “I promise I’ll… I’ll turn my face,” I breathe, sweating and burning up so hot my back is sticking to the leather. “I promise I’ll look at you.”
