"Now, stand up over me, Camila" Kafka instructed, his voice thick with lust. "Show me where the babies you speak of come from."
Camila moved towards him, her legs slightly shaky from the excitement and the weight of his words. She positioned herself over him, one leg on either side of his body. His eyes followed her every movement, the air between them charged with electricity.
With a deep breath, she reached down, her fingers finding the soft, wet folds of her pussy. She hesitated for just a moment, the intimacy of the act not lost on her, but then, driven by the desire in his eyes and the thrill of the moment, she spread herself open for him.
Spread~
Her pussy lips parted, revealing the pink, glistening interior, the place where all life begins. Her fingers held her open, showing him her most intimate secret, her arousal evident in the way her body responded to the exposure.