Sansa's birthday Gift II

BEN, who had been watching the entire display with an almost primal intensity, now moved between Sansa’s legs. Sansa’s eyes widened, her shame and guilt momentarily forgotten in the face of the overwhelming anticipation. His cock, thick and engorged, glistened with pre-cum, pulsing with a life of its own.

“Ready for me, little bird?” Ben's voice was a low growl, his eyes fixed on hers. His cock gre harder the more he stared at her lithe body that was now ...