Inches from my face, his eyes stare deeply into mine as he works his cock within me.

I can take only so much before I dissolve into pleasure, closing my lids.  I moan deeply, my plump lips mouthing silent invitations.  I open my eyes again and watch as his glance slides back up from my mouth.

I bite my bottom lip in sheer vanity and his eyes flicker, briefly, to them.

And it's not long after I realize what power I have on him before my teeth-bruised lips and my fluttering eyes make an intimate and bemusing game of Pong with his gaze.

Lips.

Eyes.

Lips.

Eyes.

Point.