My head rolled as my hand trailed further down my body, past my waist, and over my mound. Cupping my pussy, I ground against my hand before sinking into my fingers. Gripping my tit with my other hand, I rode myself, groaning with the sweetest satisfaction as his gaze darkened. His eyes were almost dripping fire.

Knowing he loved what he was seeing spurred me to do more. I ached to hear his words of praise as he told me just how much he loved what I was doing. I wished to hear him dirty talk me, ...