Chapter 20

• Anastasia's eyes snapped open, meeting his burning gaze before instinctively falling to his crotch. His hard length strained against his gray pants, betraying his relaxed posture.
• Anastasia's thighs trembled as she imagined the thickness of Sandro's penis between her ass cheeks again. The sound that escaped her was so filthy her cheeks burned, but that didn't stop her hips from rolling slowly, sensually, to meet the thrust of her fingers. The slick, squelching sounds filled the air as her juices ran down her fingers.
• Sandro wasn't watching her masturbate, nor was he looking at her breasts. No. His gaze locked onto hers, studying every reaction, every nuance, every strand of hair that escaped her loose ponytail, memorizing the look in her eyes when she was consumed by lust, how her breath hitched before she sank into herself, feeling the velvet walls of her cunt. His eyes absorbed every detail in what felt like a clinical observation, but was far from it.