Each undoing was starting to become his own; his breath was becoming more heavy as the rest of his torso gradually became exposed. Before he knew it, his shirt was lying open in either side of him.
After one last lap of his warm neck, Genevieve suddenly stopped what she was doing, lifting herself up to observe her handiwork.
Matthew’s tan torso was slightly toned, but that was normal for someone who was active – more so than herself. Genevieve’s searching eyes glazed over his body as if it were a piece of cake, her cheeks becoming more red as they landed on his begging bulge.
“Damn…” She muttered.
“Like what you see, Gen?” He gave her a cheeky grin.
“Ah…” Her lustful expression turned to that of frustration. “Shut up…”
Matthew could only laugh, as at this point, he reveled in catching her off guard at her most vulnerable moments. But which one of them was truly the most vulnerable?
Quietly, he used his index finger to beckon her over to him. Hesitantly, she leaned back down towards his face, over his body once more.