Watching
She always made sure to find my eyes. Her gasps reverberated in his ears and
mine. She loved to please me and my
pleasure was watching her be pleasured.
It was a wicked dance, one we did so well, because of trust. His wandering hands on her throat, his tongue
on her body, it was electrifying. His
fingers glistening from where he spread her legs made me hard. She smiled, moaning, facing me on all fours, while
he slipped inside her from behind, and managed between rhythmic breaths to tell
me “I love you” while staring at me hungrily.
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