"A mark on my body?" Camila immediately got up from my embrace in a fright when she heard that I wanted to do something with her body and sat right on top of my lap in a reversed position while looking at me in a wary manner. "...What exactly do you mean by that?"
"And, how exactly would you mark my body?"
She folded her hands on top of one another, which pushed out her snow white cleavage, and looked at me suspiciously, which made it seem like I was getting interrogated by a woman who was sitting right on top of my crotch with her legs in a M-shape, which I had to admit was quite hot and made me feel a little excited.
Especially the way Camila's eyes were looking at me with slight contempt and disdain, like she would teach me a 'lesson' if I said anything inappropriate to her, which just reminded me of why I loved older women who could take care of business when they wanted to so fucking much.
