Damon

Lust cloaked me like a garment as my eyes were pinned on her dripping pussy as if studying it.

I was so engrossed, I didn't blink for a second.

How could I say no?

What was I even thinking when I told her to leave?

I swallowed hard, adjusting myself on the couch impatient with my fist clenched into a ball.

My hips moved unconsciously, following the rhythm as she rocked her waist gently.

I grabbed a fistful of the couch hard when she started to move fast, mumbling moans and curses.

My hands pressed hard against my thighs before rubbing them.

She was affecting me. I couldn't resist...