His eyes washed over her body, taking in the sacrifice which offered itself to him. Even though it wasn’t entirely a willful act, it would nonetheless serve his ever-growing appetite. Her long black hair rested gently on her shoulders, nearly covering her breast. Her eyes were the color of pine in the dim light of the room. The scent of lavender, sandalwood, and arousal hung in the air.
“Don’t be scared, baby”, She purred curling her finger slowly, beckoning him forth. “ I won’t bite unless you want me to”.
He moved towards her, slow, but confident. It was the walk of a jungle cat stalking its soon-to-be prey. Each step was calculated, yet instinctual. His eyes did not stop looking over her. She was plump, yet smooth. The ridges of her body ever-curving accentuate her form. Her lips were full and of moderate size. The thought of them wrapped around his cock sent lightning through his body! It was invigorating!
She was laying back on the queen-size bed, looking into his eyes. There was something about them that intrigued her. Many of her clients had beautiful mysterious eyes, at least the ones she took notice of, but his…his were different. They seemed to pull her in, and the longer she looked into them, the foggier her mind became. He stood in front of her now. He had looked much smaller earlier when she had met him at the door. Now, he practically towered over her. The…
