First-person View: Cowgirl Riding With Oral Climax

I’ll be back in a few, just off to clean up a little. My breathing becomes irregular and I have to force myself to stop, if only for a moment, to tell you just how hard I have become, from your confirmation of my imaginings. Again I have to stop myself so I can coherently tell you about it. Well I suppose, with no one here to help me clean up, I’ll have to make a bit of a mess and then have a shower after we’ve finished, won’t I? With a wicked smile, your legs part fractionally further and I watch as your hand disappears into your waist-band up to the wrist. You’re watching me! In a show of feigned innocence, you look away for a moment and then back staring into my eyes. What will I do about it? Oh, you know… stuff.