His Fake Fiancee
Her wet hair sprawls across the rug, a similar color to its warm brown.
Her legs bend, with her knees high above her body and feet flat on the floor. I know she's waiting for instructions, and I'm more than happy to give them.
"Spread."
One word from my lips. That's all it takes, and she spreads them. Resting the sides of her knees on the rug, she reveals her mouthwatering center.
Her body is amazing. Fucking perfection. The fire glows across her skin, illuminating her modest breasts, casting shadows along her torso and stopping above the apex of her sex.