dragging my lips up his scar and toward his neck and those thick tendons i really like and the adam 's apple that makes his voice rumble the way it does , he tilts my head up by the chin and looks at me , smoldering eyes trailing down to my tits , my abdomen , my perfectly waxed pu**y , and the way he looks at me as if he 's photographing me in his mind sends a dizzying current racing through me .