Killer eyes - part I.

One look from Sandra and you’re gone. Those green eyes pull you in, deep and strange, already promising trouble. She knows it too. Fingers slip between her thighs, slow at first, then quicker, the movement sure. Blonde hair spills over her shoulders while her breath catches, soft and sharp at once. Her body arches, knees spread wide, every inch of her exposed and unashamed. The room is quiet except for the wet sound her hand makes and the little gasps she gives when her fingers push deeper. She doesn’t look away. Those eyes stay locked on you, bright and hungry, daring you to watch her come undone.