As Miku's thong fell away, Ross saw her wet, pink, precious cunt once again, a sight that left him breathless, his mouth watering with a hunger that was as carnal as it was insatiable.
It was a vision of pure, unadulterated sex, a lewd and tempting sight that promised untold pleasures, a playground for his desires, a canvas for his domination, a temple for his own pleasure.
The sight of her, laid bare and vulnerable, her body glistening with arousal, her folds swollen and ready, was enough to drive him wild, his cock throbbing with a need that was as urgent as it was overwhelming, a need that demanded to be satisfied, to be sated, to be fulfilled in the most primal, carnal way possible.
The room was steeped in a silence broken only by the whisper of cotton on skin and the quickening rhythm of their breath.
Ross moved with a deliberate, almost maddening slowness, his hands firm on her thighs as he coaxed them apart.
