Blowjob

Camille's POV

I tried to regulate my breathing as I squirted some oil into my palm. Hazel sat with his back on the table, those eyes peering up at me through his mask. His very muscular arms flexed as he watched my every move. I could feel his burning gaze as I watched his muscles contract and relax.

My knees wobbled. That had been intense. And yet I wanted more. I was being a whore. My eyes fell on his ver hard cock and more moisture dribbled down my thighs. I wanted to ride him blind.

"Climb on, pet," he instructed. "I wish I could wait patiently, but every second you stare at me with that hungry look in your eyes, I fear I'll go mad if I do not touch you."

I flushed at his words, feeling embarrassed by his choice of words.

"Yes sir," I obliged.

Holding his arm for support, I climbed atop him, straddling his hard, muscular stomach. It flexed beneath my pussy and felt so hot against it. My juices rubbed against his skin shamelessly.

"Ah hell," he hissed as I rubbed the mass