What are you doing to me?

Camille's POV

His eyes flashed at my words, and his nostrils flared. He watched me touch myself, watched me delve my fingers into my pussy and struggle to make myself cum.

My lips were parted, my eyes hooded as I stared at him, begging him to come closer. Begging him to finish what he started. Fuck, I really was a slut. The entire room was filled with the scent of my pussy juices, driving me drunk with passion.

Holding his gaze, I slipped my fingers, thoroughly coated with my pussy juices, into my mouth. I closed my eyes as my taste flooded my tongue, moaning softly.

He growled, yanking his tie loose and stalked towards me. His arms looped around my thighs, bringing me closer to the edge of the table.

Tossing me a wink, he buried his face in my pussy. My body tensed. His nose rubbed against intimate parts of me, over my pussy lips and then between them.

“You smell so good pet,” he groaned. “And heavens, you're as wet as the fucking ocean.”

It's all your fault, I wanted to say