Daniel's eyes traced slowly, sensually, from Shirley's delicate toes upward along her legs. He imagined what it would feel like to lick her from bottom to top with his broad, wet tongue — how sweet and warm her skin would taste, how her natural feminine scent would fill his lungs, how she would shiver and moan under his worship. The tent in his pants throbbed harder, his thick cock straining painfully against the fabric as filthy thoughts flooded his mind.

Shirley looked back at him over her shoulder with lust-filled eyes. The sudden pause in his movements made her turn her head further.