Check on the man

Through this growing haze of pleasure you manage to snatch the thoughts that there is no point in preparing if there is nothing to prepare for. Somewhat reluctantly you push your body round and balance on one shoulder, looking back at the hole where you see and eye peering back at you which winks. Your fingers slow as you become strangely self conscious of a man, who minutes ago was probing your backside, watching you 'prepare yourself'. He confidently states.

"You are hot. Come on, turn to face me. Let me see that gorgeous body."

You consider it for a second until you realise you don't really have a choice, eventually you'd have to turn to face him to let him see you so you capitulate. Pulling your fingers out of your wet holes and pushing yourself to your feet before turning to face him. His eye is hungry as it scans up and down your body. That same voice breaks out again, this time with a hint of animalistic urge bubbling in the background.

"You've got it all going on. Look at those curves. Pert full tits. I'll be honest, I prefer a landing strip but when you've got everything else going on then that is easy enough to let slide. And that face. I bet men never leave you alone. But you're in a place like this doing what you're doing, you must, I mean, wow. I think I'm in love!"

His words are honest, or at least sound so, you don't think you've ever had such praise. Not that you would want it! But you do feel your cheeks flush and you can't deny that it made you feel good. But his kind words have been replaced by silence, bar the sound of an actress slurping away on an anonymous cock, and the longer it goes on the more uncomfortable it gets and you feel the weight of situation trying to compel you to say something.