The curves were just right, and the way they moved was like a dance that was meant only for him to see.
Otis reached out and grabbed hold of one of the butts. It was even softer than he had imagined. His cock throbbed as he kneeled there and began to caress her cheeks with both hands.
"Your pussy, is this wet already? You must be really sensitive right now, isn't that right? Your pussy seems to get so incredibly moist when you're turned on. My god, it's just dripping."
"Ah, nh... that's not true."
As he whispered those words, Rosario could feel her face turning red with embarrassment. She tried to formulate a response, but her mind was blank, and her body was reacting in a way she couldn't control.
