"Unleashing Desire"

As Brock lay on the bed, his eyes were fixed on Maya, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to him. She was slowly running her hands over her body, her fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, her stomach, and her hips. Brock's mouth was dry as he watched her, his cock twitching with desire. Maya seemed oblivious to his gaze, lost in her own little world of pleasure. She slipped her hand between her legs, her fingers parting her lips, and Brock's eyes followed her movements. He could see the glistening wetness on her lips, and his mouth watered in response. "Touch yourself, baby," Brock said, his voice low and husky. "I want to see you pleasure yourself." Maya's movements didn't falter, but Brock could sense a slight tension in her body. She was aware of him, and she knew that he was watching her. But she didn't stop, didn't even slow down. Instead, she began to circle her clit, her fingers moving in slow, sensual movements. Brock's eyes were glued to her, his gaze drinking in every detail. He could see the flush rising to her cheeks, the way her breathing was getting shallower. He knew that she was getting close, and he couldn't wait to see her come. "You're so beautiful, Maya," Brock said, his voice filled with adoration. "I love watching you touch yourself. I love seeing the pleasure on your face." Maya's movements became more urgent, her fingers moving faster and faster. Brock could see the tension building in her body, the way her muscles were straining. He knew that she was close, and he couldn't help but encourage her. "Come for me, baby," Brock said, his voice low and husky. "I want to see you come." Maya's response was a low, husky moan, her body trembling as she reached the edge. Brock watched, mesmerized, as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure. He could see the relief and satisfaction on her face, and he knew that she was his. As Maya slowly came back to reality, she became aware of Brock's gaze on her. She turned to him, a slow smile spreading across her face. Brock's eyes were filled with desire, his face tense with need. Maya slid off the bed, her movements sensual and deliberate. She walked over to him, her hips swaying, and Brock's eyes followed her. She straddled him, her pussy hovering over his cock, and Brock knew that he was lost. "You want me, don't you?" Maya said, her voice husky with desire. Brock nodded, his eyes locked on hers. "I want you, Maya. I need you." Maya smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think you need me more than I need you," she said, her voice low and husky. Brock's response was a low, husky laugh. "You're right, baby," he said. "I need you more than you'll ever know."