Third Person's POV
Even before she dared to glance down, the sheer, radiating heat of his rod and the unyielding hardness branding her soft skin were enough to make her head spin.
Her insides seemed to have turned to liquid fire and a storm of inexplicable and desperate pleasure that she yearned to sink into.
And the only way she could describe it was like submerging into a warm, enveloping bath on the coldest night.
Seeing her slightly lost and dazed expression, an evil and nefarious grin spread across his face, and he suddenly pinched both of her hardened, pink nipples and started rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.
"Nnnh~! Aaahhh~~... s-stop that..." she gasped as she turned to him with a charming, cute glare that held no real anger, but only flustered arousal that he found to be unbearably enticing.
"Shhh, baby," he whispered in his hoarse voice, rough with desire, while caressing her soft and wet lips with his fingers.
