Saya memberi amaran kepada anda supaya tidak memandang saya seperti itu...

His look disarmed me, and I knew there was no turning back. I lay back, arched my back, and let my hands drift down slowly, enjoying the contact with my own skin. The heat rose, the desire became more evident, and each moan was a confession. Between short breaths and soft movements, pleasure took over the scene. There were no words, just skin, desire and that intense energy you feel when you know they're looking at you.