Michael
Her eyes follow my every movement, pupils large and black in their emerald setting. And James watches her watching me.
“Like what you see?" I ask.
Climaxed or not, she's still aroused. She nods, panting, her eyes roaming my body, drawn to my erection.
James is also undressing. “Enjoying yourself, Charlotte?" he asks. “I said I'd look after you. If you're going to f**k for f*****g's sake, it might as well be with someone good-looking."
Her eyes are fixed on my c**k.
You want it? You've got it...
As I present myself to her, James is spearing her from behind, one hand twisting into her hair, pulling her head back.
“Open wide, Charlotte," he says.
She misses his meaning, opening her legs wider, and our eyes meet as we both grin at her misunderstanding.
“Good girl," he says, “
