Page 87 of Wild Thing
I ran my eyes over her toned legs, glorious tits and pink pussy. “Your body is a wonderland,” I muttered.
Humor danced in her eyes. “Stop quoting John Mayer,” she smirked.
Grinning, I squirted body wash into my hands and coaxed her to come over to me. I wanted to feel every single inch of her. “Come here.”
She did what I asked, standing between my legs and looking at me with those big brown eyes.
I was already ready for her. I wanted to impale her on my granite dick, but this time, I wanted to take my time with her.
She wasn’t some quick fuck.
She was built to be worshiped.
And I was made to worship her.
Reaching upwards from my seated position, I began to rub the soapy wash over her neck, and down over her chest, my eyes fixated on her perky, soft tits.
Her perfect pink nipples hardened with her arousal. I massaged them slowly, squeezing them gently, loving on them as I ran body wash over them.
They glistened in the shower, the golden light throwing the silhouette of her giant breasts onto the wall. “You have the best tits.”
“I know.”
Fuck, her confidence was such a turn on.
I made my way down her toned stomach, my eyes dropping to her pussy, which was now just below my line of sight.
I lifted her left leg, resting it on the bench. Squirting another dollop of body wash on my hands, I began soaping her leg, beginning at her ankle.
Slowly, I worked my way up her calf, then to her beautiful toned thigh.
She shivered as my fingers grazed her pussy.
We repeated the motion on the other leg, and when I got to her inner thigh, I lightly stroked the crease between her upper leg and her hip. “Are you wet for me?"
She looked down at me, water droplets forming on her long eyelashes. She didn’t answer, instead choosing to burn my soul from the inside out with her molten stare.
Biting my lip, I turned my attention to her pussy, still swollen from the pounding earlier. I gently circled her clit, knowing that it would be extra sensitive.
I slipped a finger inside her, before removing it slowly. "You're soaked."
A small moan escaped her lips.
I spun her around roughly, positioning her ass in my face. “Don’t think I have forgotten about this ass.”
Toned and perky, it was fucking divine.
I slapped it hard.
Straightening my posture, I fisted my cock.
With one hand on her tiny waist, I guided her down, and she sank onto my dick for the second time that night. I went slow, knowing she'd need to get accustomed to the size of me again.
Dylan remarked how our reflections look in the bathroom mirror.
She was in the reverse cowgirl position.
Once she was seated, she rotated her hips in a figure-eight maneuver, her inner walls constricting and releasing before she began to glide up and down on my cock.
