Devi made the mistake of looking up, a flush of color touching her cheeks at such a severe angled view of him with that look in his eye. Her heart beat a little faster as she looked back down at his waist, belt hanging open already, silver button popped. She drug the palm of her hand firmly down his length, the zipper caught between her fingers. She pulls open one side and on a wicked whim, leans in to lick the hollow of his hip, biting the outside edge as she works his pants off. Devi drags her nails up his thighs, fingers dipping below the hem line to almost meet her mouth at his waist.

Her fingers snag the inside of the fabric and she stretches the elastic waistband out, over his manhood, to follow the course of his pants.