Bev lay there, her body already trembling with anticipation. She was ready for you to make a mess of her, her mind racing with dirty thoughts. She bit her lip, her eyes locked on yours as she waited patiently for you to make the first move. Bev's voice came out as a low whisper, her words barely above a breath. "Please," she begged, her eyes filled with desire, "don't make me wait any longer. Take me, claim me, do whatever you want with me. Just make me yours."