Phei lay on his back on the bed beneath her spread kneeling legs, completely still except for the slow, deliberate rise and fall of his chest.
Catrina's arched back and the full, heavy curves of her ass rose beautiful up.
She was on her hands and knees above him, thighs spread wide on either side of his head, her Catrina's wet cunt hovering just inches from Phei's face.
He hadn't touched her yet.
Head between her warm thighs, Phei dared to simply look the wet beauty above him:
Her pussy was a mess of desperate, swollen need.
Her outer labia were puffy and flushed a deep, dark pink, parted slightly from how long she'd been kept on edge; between them, her inner folds glistened wetly, shiny with arousal that had been building for what felt like hours.
