As her fingers brushed against her pussy, a soft moan escaped her lips. It was short and only just covering her ass and pussy. As Eric began to stroke himself, the woman continued to trace the vibrator around her pink pussy lips, lingering on her clit. The ring around her nipple was slightly raised now, evidence of her arousal. Then she parted her legs and moved her right hand down towards her pussy. It was the kind of ass that a man would give anything to hold in his hands, to squeeze the firm cheeks and press his body against it. As she did so, a stream of pussy juice squirted from her pussy and hit Eric straight in the face. He ran his finger over the end of his cock, feeling the moisture of the precum that had soaked through the material. She put the wine down next to the sink and lit some candles.
