(JOY)
I DIDN’T even let Martin finish his sentence. My hands was already moving, exploring my own hot skin that has been begging to be touched since when we were in the Lover’s Pool.
I cupped my breasts with my hands, massaging them, drawing them together and then letting them fall, making them jiggle. I was staring at Martin’s face while doing it. The lust in his eyes only made my own desire greater than before. He was just watching me. This handsome man was watching me touch myself and he was enjoying it.
“How about your n*****s? What do you like to do with them when you pleasure yourself, Joy?” he asked without getting his eyes off my breasts.
“I like… to do it like this,” I replied. I encircled my thumbs on each pebbled peak, playing with them for a while. Then my thumbs were jo
