a musebox

The look on his face, the look in his eyes, the sound of his voice, the desire in his words, it's all enough to push Joan over the edge. She gasps as her body shudders beneath him, her muscles pulsing and clenching around his cock. For a moment she closes her eyes at the sheer force of the ecstasy flooding through her, but she opens them again, wanting to see him, wanting him to see her, wanting to maintain the connection that they've established, sharing this, their pleasure, their need, everything.