Josiah
Amani slowly pulled off the white sweater and my mouth went dry as I gazed at her in wonder. She stood right in front of me, within reach, but I couldn’t bring myself to touch her. I had seen her naked, but this felt different. The air was electrified with heat, and it made me extremely hard. She shimmied out of her dark blue jeans, and I took a moment to appreciate the matching white lacy panties and bra she had on. Amani took her time as she reached behind her and undid the bra. The soft-looking material was pulled away and she dropped in on the floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off her perky breasts, and I wanted to reach out and feel the weight of them in my hands.
“Touch me, Josiah,” she whispered, and I hurriedly leaned forward. Amani stepped closer between my legs, and I slow
