34

Camila

With the utmost patience, I pull my dress upward. The hem is at my knees, and it’s a thrill to have his gaze drink in my every movement. Shimmying my leggings down with my other hand, I expose my creamy thighs. I don’t have any panties on, and he inhales lustily at the sight.

“Do you like seeing me stand before you like this?” I whisper slyly.

“Knowing that you’ve been strutting around with your delicious pussy easily accessible to me? What do you think?”

Spreading his legs, he rubs his palm over his massive erection. He grinds his zipper down in an agonizingly slow motion, revealing the bulge of his cock throbbing against the thin fabric of his boxers.

Not to be outdone, I step out of my leggings, and then I inch my dress up and over my hips, my navel, until he can see the underside of my breasts. I remain there, my hard nipples acting like nails that hold the fabric in place.

Asher lifts his eyebrows at my show. Shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs sends his thick coc