I lay flat on the bed, my back pressed against the sheets, while Sandra stood over me. Even without seeing her eyes, I could tell exactly what kind of expression she was wearing. Her body language alone gave it away, with her hips slightly angled forward, her breathing shallow and uneven, her thighs tense as if she was barely holding herself together.
Her slit was already leaking, juices slipping out slowly and steadily. Gravity did the rest. Each drop fell directly onto my cock, warm and slick as it landed, coating the length little by little.
The smell drifting down from her was strong and extremely intoxicating. Thick, heavy, and unmistakably hers. It filled my nose, settling deep in my chest, making it hard to think about anything else.
"Amon," I said calmly, my voice steady despite how hard my cock already was. "Aim my cock right at Sandra."
"Yes, Master," Amon replied immediately. There was a smile in her voice, and I didn't even need to look at her to know what kind.
