My Constant Voyeur #1

The scent of Moroccan oil penetrates the warm, moist air.  I revel in the calmness produced by the candles embracing me.  In the raw, immersed in liquid fragrance, I feel your eyes rake my skin.  Such a caress unchains the wanton in me, the untamed part of me.  I know you want this ‒ this lithe little body ‒ one with round, supple breasts and hard, proud nipples that incessantly break the placidity of the surface with every heave, delectable nubs waiting to be sucked, in heat and aching for your tongue.  I grab both creamy mounds as thighs close tight with acute need.  Even in the water, I still feel my wetness.  Lips open in gasps as I stroke and squeeze, pinch and pull the tips to absolute firmness.  Moans bounce off the steamy walls.  Legs restless, creating sinful ripples of pleasure.  I dare you to come closer and watch my fingers fuck my swollen, seething cunt into a hot, layered mess.  Thighs wide open to welcome every thrust.  I feel it building up.  I tease and rub.  I look provokingly into your eyes to tell you that I want this... this and more.  It hits me once and then I surrender to the endless waves of uncontrolled spasms, arching my body, inner thighs contracting in ultimate release. I can almost hear you get off at the sight of my raw nakedness, blushing and glistening with every flicker of the candles, legs brazenly open, eyes hazed with intense orgasm, and fingers lightly caressing my clit into stillness, moaning your name in faint satisfaction.