She walks up to you slowly, but deliberately. Eyes cast down, brushing her lips brown, touching against yours. A soft kiss, that makes your body roar. Her hands lifting, then her legs kneeling. Her fingers never losing contact, the trail leaving an impact. Your hands placed on her head, a single movement giving her the go ahead. Her breath blows against your clothes, all the way down until she finds the pose. Hands stopping at your thighs, face pressed to you as she closes her eyes. She pushes softly against your front, forehead and nose just a light touch. Your fingers wrap against her hair, making her gasp loudly for air. She concentrates on her breathing, letting your approval be her sheathing.