Yasmin

My throat bobbed up, and down as I stared at myself. A fresh wave of arousal washed over me as I took in the painting of me. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before.

My eyes traveled from my full, perky breasts down to between my legs. He had added the detail of my pussy dripping wet, and it made me drip in real-time.

“I think it’s beautiful,” I whispered almost inaudibly.

“Not as beautiful as my view of your pretty pussy gaping at me and your asshole…” he teased ...