She looked delectable. She wore a long, fluffy, purple hoodie accompanied by a stretchy, dark coloured tank top, and denim shorts. She looked like a delicious treat, with beautiful curves in all the right places, her wavy hair which flowed like paint with different shades of brown, her upper body slowly rising and falling as she slowly breathed in… and out. She was casually sitting on our bed with her legs crossed, such that her feet was pushing downwards and compressing the soft bed sheets below. She slowly glanced at me. Her eyes, shining like diamonds. I was starstruck. I was aroused. I could feel my muscles starting to tingle with anticipation. I was getting lost in her hypnotizing, seductive, frisky stare. It was slowly inviting me, tempting me, making me feel thirstier and thirstier.
‘You know what I want.’
I let out a soft moan, trying to release all the excitement which had slowly built up over the night. She looked stunning. My heart was racing.
‘Struggling to control yourself?’
All I could do was nod silently.
‘I have a feeling that what I want is what you want too, isn’t that right, sweetie? Well then, show my body how much you want it.’