If only he knew I was watching him

He backs himself up, his hardness evicting itself from my mouth, and then he is between my hot thighs, my panties forcefully displaced. His tongue is lapping tenderly at my steaming heat and I love how his moist tongue and lips feel. His hands are rubbing at my breasts, (oh yes!) his finger rubbing at my erect nipples. I arch my wetness further into his wanting mouth. His fingers leave traces around my opening and his tongue is exploring my cleft, then my nub, and I can no longer hold back. I convulse from my powerful orgasm.

His hands are on my soft behind and he guides himself into me, his length fills me deep. He’s so big, but my precious core handles it gracefully, and I push back into him. He is so beautiful, his eyes are staring at me, drinking me in; I feel so hot and sexy from the way he is gazing. He’s managed to release one of my breasts, my bra has been torn; his tongue is feasting on my nipple. Steadily, his hard length merges into me, his blade pulsating and exploring. His thickness is powerful. Then, our releases are together; my inner muscles milking his convulsing erection and pulling out his seed.
The vision fades as I hear my daughter’s voice from across the room. I’m staring at him and I blush as he catches me out of the corner of his eye. He smiles. I smile back. He doesn’t know how great he was.