She can’t be sure which view she prefers more; when he’s on his knees or she is. His eyes are closed and his fingers tense in her hair, but he’s still letting her take the lead. She digs her fingers into his thighs, pressing into the inked flesh there. She quickens her pace and tries for just a little deeper. Tears spring to her eyes as she digs her fingernails into his skin, scratching up his thighs to that beautiful muscular ass, urging him for more. He finally takes the hint when the bite of her fingernails draws blood. 