Pull Millie's pants down

I keep looking at Millie's ass bent over in front of me, and it looks so nice and delicious, so I cannot resist rubbing it a bit as I am resting.

"What are you doing?" Millie whispers.

"Just resting, give me a minute." I respond.

"Okay, but hurry up." Millie whispers, a bit louder now.

I slip my hands under the waist band of Millie's pants, and slide them off her ass, revealing that she is wearing a tiny black thong.

"What are you doing?" Millie whispers, sounding a bit panicky.

"Getting ready." I whisper back, as I slide her pants down her legs, past her knees, and down her ankles.

"Matt, pull me out of here." Millie whispers, but I pretend not to hear her, instead I am standing there starring at her ass.

I unbutton my own pants. Millie hears the sound of this, and whispers with a growing sense of panic in her voice:

"Matt? What are you doing."

My dick is rock hard, and I am standing there looking at it, slowly stroking it, then looking at Millie's near naked ass in front of me. I am thinking about one thing only.