Becca V's pussy was now aching so much she could almost cry. By now, were she alone or somewhere convenient, she would have to be masturbating to bring herself off, or having it done for her. She had not experienced this level of sexual tension/pleasure before. In fact, she had pretty much been on the point of orgasm since taking off her panties; such was the effect this man had on her.
As she heard Connor moving around, taking pictures of her bum, her fanny, her body tied in this compromising position; she could barely contain that orgasm. She closed her eyes and thought about the scene like a third party watching and witnessing the violation of an unknown woman. Her thoughts caused a further flow of juices and another trickle of her vaginal lubrication ran across her swollen labia and down the chalky whiteness of her thigh.
Connor was now filming her most intimate of parts in close-up. He witnessed Becca V's vaginal contraction as if beckoning to him and inviting him to enter. He looked closely at the beautiful folds of Becca V's moist lips covered with soft downy pubic hair, as black as the hair on her head. The lips swollen in their arousal could barely contain the erect clitoris forcing its way out of its hood, demanding to be caressed, wanting and needing attention. He had taken enough footage for now, but left the video running as he placed his phone strategically to bear independent witness to the scene before it.
He now needed to feel Becca beneath him, to touch her and taste her juicy cleft. Without further thought, he removed his shoes, socks, trousers and boxers; standing behind her in just his shirt and tie. Before him eight and half inches of throbbing cock, red, angry and as hard as granite bounced in eagerness at the thought of plunging into the tight hole before it.
But still Connor took his time. He knelt on the floor between her widely parted legs and ran a gossamer finger up her left leg, from her calf to the back of her knee, from her knee across the back of her thigh. The feel of the silk material causing goose bumps to arise on his body as well as on Becca's. He thrilled at the touch; his personal fetish was to have all of his women wearing stockings, something he now knew with Becca, he would not need to work at.
He paused to study the elasticated stocking top, its black filigreed lace intricately patterned with little hearts and flowers. Then he ran his finger over her left bum cheek, stopping at the valley to press gently on her anus, watching as it puckered in response to his touch. Changing hands he ran his finger back down her right leg.
