89. How wet are you?

David’s POV.

God, she looks perfect. Like a queen. My queen.

I inspect Vera as she watches me with her parted lips. Her chest is rapidly jerking and I know without a single doubt that her heart is crazily tap-dancing inside her.

I probe her subconscious by teasing my cock and she watches me, drooling at the fucking sight of me.

Looking at the way she's lost, staring at me, makes a smirk to tip the corners of my lips up.

I don’t know what’s going on inside that head of hers. But I’m just about to find out by checking the waters in her furrow. That’ll be the only answer to my wordless question.

Following the line of Vera’s sight, I gaze down at my body, taking in the soggy sight of the crown of my shaft. It’s filled with precum, dropping in ribbon down on the floor.

That makes Vera bite her lips out of reflex but it gets me high knowing I’m so soaked just because of my girl.

And tonight, I’ll ensure to knit our soaked sex together in such a way that it'll stick to our minds forever.

She