kneeling

Watching her from behind as she sinks a finger in, that arch doing things to my pulse. The way she looks back, biting her lip—she knows exactly what this does to me.

She's on her knees in my living room, heels still on, sundress bunched, and I'm watching her take every inch until her eyes water. My legs are shaking in these Stiletto Heels, hers locked on me the whole time.

We can't keep our hands off each other. Her moans are driving me wild.