'What is this feeling?' Zayda asked herself as her heart beat hard within her chest.
Evian reached down and placed a palm against her cheek, cupping it and rubbing it and Zayda could not stop the excited grin that stretched across her lips. She raised one of her hands, grabbed hold of his thigh, and used it to pull herself even closer to his body. Particularly to get her face closer to his crotch.
Evian's previously flaccid rod twitched a few times and began to rise slowly and faced with that reaction to her, Zayda's heart beat even faster and her grin got even wider. Just then, Evian used his hand on her face to tilt her head up,
"Stand," he said calmly.
Zayda complied without a second thought. Every piece of clothing she had come into the room with was already gone during her voyeur-fuelled self-gratification and that was exactly how Evian preferred to see her.
