Shit, he nearly came just watching her.

He prowled on her like a predator to prey, she was his to love, to ravish, and to make love with.

His hand roamed her body slowly yet sensually to make her writhed in desire, "your waistbeads are beautiful" he mumbled, kissing her flat belly button.

He trailed his finger to her wet glistened clitoris, rubbing it slowly. Her inside throbbed anticipatedly, wanting something to fill it up.

He stared at her wet folder, wetting his ...