Frida
“Ahh… Stanley…that’s enough,” I croak out as he continues to lick my clit. He spreads my labia with his fingers and aggressively drags his tongue over the sensitive flesh, occasionally dipping down to tease my core.
I wanted to cry, but all I could manage was little sobs and moans of pleasure. I want him to stop. But then, I don’t want him to stop. “Stan… Stan, please…” I croak out as he nibbles on my clit and soothes my agony with lazy picks.
I feel like I’m weak and pathetic. I failed Molly.
My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I black out. He kept his promise of f*****g me all night, and I let him. And when I came to, I found his strong arms wrapped around my waist.
Fuck….I messed up.
I mutter a string of curses as I jump out of bed. I’ve never cursed so much in my life.
