'Because he wants to enter there?'
Helen's mind flared, tracing the direction of Miles' eyes, she realized that he was referring to her pussy.
'How could he?' she thought with doubt, biting her lips, tears pooled at the corner of her eyes, one of joy. She was completely smitten.
"...my pussy?" She struggled to say the exact words but did anyway. If Miles got hard thinking about her old pussy, why wouldn't she.
Emboldened by her words, Miles nodded.
" Yes your pussy… If I may, I want to put this inside so bad and fuck your pussy."
Miles said, his voice laced with hunger.
Helen rapidly blinked her eyes.
'He actually said it, he said it.'
She bit her lips and became shy.
" Okay… let's do it…." She paused silent staring at his reassuring gaze and continued, "... Fuck me."
It was a wonder how a massage session had spiralled into this but it was all Miles had hoped for.
