The Priestess [Part – 3]
Leon unbuckled his trousers and allowed them to fall to the ground, his dick springing forth—thick, hungry, and yearning for the untried woman that stretched out before him.
Cynthia's breath caught, her wide eyes betraying wonder and nerves. He saw it. The corner of his mouth twitched in satisfaction. That expression on her face—it was addictive. Nothing fueled a man's ego better than raw, unfiltered desire.
Without ever breaking eye contact, he stepped onto the bed, standing between her shaking thighs.
Cynthia, torn between excitement and shame, automatically raised her hands to her face, peeking through her fingers like a shy maiden. Her cheeks flushed with warmth as her eyes dropped—unable to help but take in the view of his stiff length, so near, so real.
