Chapter 36 Thinking About You, Sir

• Hartwell watched her carefully, his eyes getting darker with each passing second as he looked at her naked form. Unfastening his belt, he threw the leather thing to the chair and then unbuttoned his pants, freeing his erect dick. It showed itself with a glisten of pre-cum on it.
• "Look at you," he growled. "Such a desperate slut." Not entering her yet, he leaned down and put his mouth to her inner thigh, biting down hard enough to make her cry out loudly.
• "Sir!"