16

Camille

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. and he grins, seeing my debacle.

I look away from him and focus instead on the swirling patterns of the plaster cornices.

"Baby girl, if it pleases you to look, then look." His voice is deeper.

Showing him I don't care, I return my gaze to him and give him my best poker face. "I take no pleasure in looking at you."

He responds by undoing his belt buckle then shoving his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his enormous cock.

At the sight of his length and thickness, my mind checks out and not even I can lie to myself, or pretend he has no effect on me.

He steps out of his clothes and pushes them, along with his shoes, to the side, his cock bobbing and growing with every move he makes.

My mouth falls open, my eyes widen, and there's a thickness in my throat I can't work past. What worries me, though, is the pool of saliva gathering in my mouth as I stare at him.

I feel like I should say something, but I wouldn't know what. And I wouldn't wa