About me: of his hand print. His fingertips are wet, a slick
coating of her pussy's creaminess smothering
them. Deliberately he rubs his fingers together
before running them under his nose, savouring her
scent. Breathing deeply he inhales the essence of
her sex. It causes him to catch his breath, he
barely maintains his austere demeanor. Meanwhile
she hangs her head, will not meet his stare,
afraid that if she does, her eyes will surely
deceive the inner turmoil between desire and
aversion for the
