It’s a rainy Saturday morning, none of us have anywhere to go. One of those perfectly dreary days, made for staying in and indulging one another in every depraved way.
You call us into the living room to present ourselves to you. You and Angel banter back and forth; her sass and your threats a familiar backdrop to our days together.
You step into her, using your height to intimidate her.
“Stop talking. And present yourself to me. Now”, your command sends a bolt of electricity to my pussy, even when not directed at me.
I watch the defiance leave her immediately as she complies with alacrity. She turns her back to you and lowers herself to the floor in the space directly in front of you. She gets on all fours first and then continues to lower her chest to the floor, resting her head on her forearms. Her knees are spread wide, her two big toes touching.
Her bare pussy is already slick with her desire for you. She tries to stifle the whimper that escapes her throat at her willing vulnerability. Seeing her this way causes my pulse to pick up and my own pussy moistens further.