Minutes later and she was m**********g in front of him. She was sat at the top of the bed, reclining on a pile of pillows, her hand a blur as she frantically rubbed her c**t. With the other, she was pulling and twisting at her n*****s. Terry loved watching her play with herself. He was obsessed with her doing it for him. Like all men, he was very visually stimulated, so the sight of her, spread eagled, going to town on herself, was a constant joy. That curvaceous body, totally on display, totally exposed...it was mind blowing.
She had felt a little self-conscious the first few times she had done it for him. m**********n was such a personal thing. So private. It felt sort of weird. Letting him stick his prick inside her was one thing, touching herself was a completely different matter. But
