~17~

Daryl is completely mesmerized by the stunning woman laying in front of him.

Carol's pale skin seems to glow in the moonlight. She is smiling and her fingers are ghosting over her breasts. She circles her nipples, tugs at them, ever so lightly.

His breath hitches.

She never breaks eye contact.

She kneads her soft mounds and a small whimper escapes her lips.

Her hands are wandering further down, over the soft skin of her stomach and she wishes, he would follow the trail of her hands with his hot mouth.

Her delicate fingers arrive at their destination and she shivers with anticipation.

He smirks when she lets one finger slowly glide through her slick folds and he strokes his leaking dick faster.