Carlos
“Carlos, untie me,” Kyla demands.
I laugh and shake my head, “No.”
I walk around the bed, her eyes on me the entire time, waiting eagerly to see what my next move is. I smirk and climb back onto the bed. I kneel at the bottom and reach in, running my fingers over her p***y, coating my fingers in her wetness. She gasps and squirms below me.
I pull back and start to stroke my c**k, my eyes firmly on hers. I circle my fingers on the tip and groan her name.
She whimpers, trying to yank the scarf off. “Carlos, please. You know you will enjoy it more if I do it for you,” she pleads.
I didn’t say a word. I wrap my hand around my c**k, working it up and down, making sure not to break eye contact with her for even a second. Her eyes widen and turn darker with lust. She rubs her th
