Inspection

She stands,
Feeling awkward in her nakedness,
Facing Him – waiting for some indication.

His hands run over her body,
Pausing at her breasts,
Playing with her nipples.
She moans softly,
Feeling the tingles run through her,
But his hands move on.

Down and round her hips,
Playing with her pert ass,
Kneading and squeezing and pulling,
And she moans again, the heat in her body rising.

He moves to her feet
And she tried not to be disappointed.
His hands journey upward
And she starts to tremble.

Up and over her knees,
That suddenly want to bend.
Now at mid thigh,
And the wetness begins to form.

The hands stop their journey
And a voice tells her to spread her legs.
They start again,
Getting ever closer to the heat.

The first touch brings a gasp,
Rewarded by a sharp slap.
The hands part the lips,
And feel gently inside at the moisture
Now plainly visible.

Fingers flick the clit
Already swollen with desire
Others enter her depths
Slick with juice

“You are such a wonderful slut
And you are all mine!”