Clara was on the bed, lying on her stomach with her hips raised, her blonde hair falling across the pillow beneath her face.
The robe was completely gone at this point, discarded somewhere on the floor.
The position left nothing to the imagination and she knew it, her cheek pressed against the white linen, her eyes looking sideways at the wall because looking directly at him felt like too much right now.
Liam was standing at the edge of the bed.
His dick was fully hard, practically moving on its own, and he looked down at it briefly. 'Calm down,' he thought. 'Give me two seconds.'
He looked back at her.
Her pussy was right there, pink and glistening, still wet from everything that had happened before, the lips slightly swollen and soft.
He looked at it the way someone looks at something they have been waiting on for a very long time.
Clara shifted slightly. "Are you going to keep staring or are you actually going to do something. This is getting embarrassing."
