He admired her pussy from behind; the wetness that was glistening in the low light, the way the lips were slightly parted with arousal and the scent of her. Nestled in between the lips, his eye caught sight of the creamy white bead. He ran his finger over the small sphere of white, and heard her moan.

His finger gently pulling on it, he watched as the string of pearls slowly emerged, each bead shiny with her wetness. Slowly each pearl was revealed, and his eyes devoured each delicate movement of her folds, as her pussy released the necklace.