Maria's Ready 2 *R18

"Maria," he whispered hoarsely, but she could only observe. Her jaw was clenched tightly, trying to contain the obscene sounds threatening to escape her lips.

"Do you want this?" He asked her, but she was too shocked, too stimulated to answer. 

John's fingers grazed her cleft and her flesh quivered, uncertain, but eager for his touch. John kept waiting for a reply, but his fingers left her entrance when he heard no answer and he caressed her thighs softly.

As his fingers left her folds, she felt empty, needy, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Y-yes... please!" She cried out.

She pleaded with him, uncertain of everything else in her life except this. Right now, her body craved his touch. 

John smirked and murmured, "As you wish."

Maria's legs trembled and she watched as he knelt down and slid his lips across her thigh.