Secrets

Petra

I leaned back into the cushion headrest, lowering my hand down between my thighs. I traced my finger along my naked form and noticed his eyes skid down to see what I was doing.

“Stop it, Petra.” He growled.

“Why don’t you make me,” I challenged.

Spreading my legs wide and placing them each on my sides, I saw his throat bulb the moment my glistening wet pussy came into view.

I was dripping and my clit was throbbing with needs.

I knew he could see everything as he remained frozen, fixated on the scene like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Your body, your eyes and your voice when you say my name makes me wet. Can’t you see what you are doing to me?” I rasped, releasing a soft moan as my fingers moved down and touched my clit.

His eyes stayed glued between my legs, and the moment I dug my index into my slippery cunt, he brought his eyes back to mine. This time, they were dark and much less patient.

Pushing back on his seat, he bolted up. “Okay, that’s enough. Get up a