From your second-person gaze, you watch my blue eyes lock onto yours, sparkling with wicked intent, while my intricate black tattoos snake across my thighs and ribs, inked stories begging to be traced.I shift slowly, arching my back to give you a better view, fingers trailing down my neck, teasing the hardened peaks beneath. You see it all, the way my tattoos flex with each deliberate roll of my hips, my blue eyes never leaving yours, daring you to stroke yourself in rhythm.Emboldened, I slide one hand lower, peeling back the leather thong to expose my slick folds. My fingers circle my clit with agonizing slowness at first, building the heat as I grind against my domi 2, breaths quickening into soft, needy whimpers you can almost feel.
My blue eyes hood with pleasure, tattoos glistening with a light sheen of sweat as I chase the edge for you.The tension coils tight, my body bows off the bed, free hand fisting the sheets beside your imagined hip.
With a shuddering cry swallowed in my throat, I shatter, squirting in arcs that soak the sheets and splash toward you, my blue eyes wide and locked on yours in raw, unfiltered ecstasy. I collapse, spent and glowing, a teasing smile curling my lips as I beckon you closer.
