Ciara's POV
To further his torment, he refused to look away, his gaze piercing mine with an unblinking stare. His expression spoke volumes, revealing the depth of how much pleasure he was experiencing.
I felt my lips dry, my tongue darting out to moisten them nervously. Everything felt so sexy, with the lady's boob dangling, and her lips evading with rhythmic grunts and slurping sounds.
He gripped her by her hair, pulling her upward, and she slowly stood. With a glance, he cues me, and I gently walk over.
Standing right in front of them, he made me sit on the couch, spreading my legs wide with his touch. And he positioned the lady's face right in front of me, directing her to arch her back. Stroking his hard cock a few times, he proceeded to lower her face further to my pussy face, her breath fanning me.
