After wetting my cock thoroughly with her mouth, taking her time as if she was committing the shape and taste of it to memory, I guided the tip down to her entrance. I didn't rush it. I let it hover there for a second, pressing lightly against her slick folds. Her eyes were burning. Pure, undisguised heat. She grabbed her own thighs and pulled them apart wider, almost impatiently, silently telling me to stop teasing and just do it already.
It was almost funny.
Not long ago, she'd been standing tall, speaking like a commander issuing orders. Now? Now she looked like a woman who couldn't wait to be fucked. The shift was dramatic enough to give me whiplash. A complete one-eighty. If anyone saw her now, they'd never believe she had that commanding presence earlier.
