ELENE
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“f**k, I can tell you are already wet,” he said, his mouth still on my t**s, nursing on my n*****s eagerly. “Tell me about something you have fantasized about.”
A warmth bloomed in my chest and I thrust my chest, pressing my breast into his face.
Fredrick ran his tongue around my areola before taking it.
The words lingered on my tongue. I was too embarrassed to say it.
“Come on, don’t be shy,” he said, he began kissing up my neck, his fingers pinching at my small buds. “It can’t be that weird?”
“It’s not that,” I said.
“Then say it.” he ran his tongue along my lips. “To be honest, I’m not a patient man.” His tone was almost like a low growl.
My stomach knotted. “I would like to receive a head.” My voice just above a whisper.
Fredrick pulled his head back and blinked
