She smiled softly as she could hear it in his voice. Those soft, weak moans of need. She was well aw
She smiled softly as she could hear it in his voice. Those soft, weak moans of need. She was well aware of this poor man’s weaknesses, his vulnerabilities, and she loved using them to drive him mad with desire. He was enslaved by everything about this woman, her softness, her taste, anything and everything about her that was sensual and feminine. Being so close to her sexual core… his senses reeling from her scent and heat… a prisoner to her silky thighs… was causing him to sink and spiral with need. “I know, baby,” she cooed in a soft voice. “You want it so bad, hmm? And it’s right there, isn’t it? So close.” She grinned at his whine, the way he worshipped her skin with even more adoring kisses. “Mmm, but not yet,” she teased. “You have to wait, sweetheart. You have to wait until I say.” Biting her lower lip softly in delight at his moan of frustration, she reached down, slowly undoing the button then lowering the zipper. He whimpered with desperation, eyes glazed over as even more of the erotic scent of her arousal enveloped his senses, a hint of her silky black panties now tauntingly revealed to his gaze. Fighting back a chuckle, she gazed down at the man reeling between her thighs, innocently asking, “Do you like that, baby? Is that better?” -- source link