Victoria settled herself right between Nash's legs, spread wide open. Even though she was in a pretty compromising spot, she still looked elegant, like she was born to be in control.
She looked up at him with those bright blue eyes, a little smile on her lips. She looked at him like he was a trophy she just won, then at her personal treasure: the big, scary monster that had all the other women begging for more.
The light in the bedroom hit her long blonde hair, making it glow like a halo. To Nash, she looked like some kind of goddess coming down to earth, coming down to make him go to Venus.
She started slow, her fingers lightly tracing the underside of his thick cock. It was just a soft, teasing touch, but she could feel the heat coming off it. She could feel his pulse thumping against her palm.
