She heavily debated coming out of her reverie to reprimand him for looking away, but the fact that his cock was swelling was flattery enough. When he writhed against his confinement she almost laughed, but only allowed her smile to deepen. Why not perpetuate her naughtiness?<br/><br/>Stopping a moment, and opening her eyes, she rose from the chair. "Look at me." She taunted, and let each hand go to the hooked connectors of her britches. With obvious skill she used each hand to unlatch these holdings, and with a slight pull, she removed them entirely from her body. Holding them up in the air like a trophy, she wiggled them teasingly at him before throwing them at his bare form. They'd slap him in the chest before sliding down his form, to get hung for a moment on his cock. A bold laugh came from her then, even tossing her head back with mirth. Then, she'd tilt the chair so that one foot could be lifted.<br/><br/>This made her sex all the more available for his view. It was completely denuded of hair, pure and white was the skin.  A mauve slit gashed the two sides, which was parting from the raising of her leg. Her hand moved down the length of her body until it arrived here. Her pointer and ring finger would spread back her nether lips, exposing the rosy flesh beneath. Her middle sought her clit, which she began to manipulate with little circles. A surprised, pleasured gasp came from her now, accented with a following coo.