Cole
I didn’t stop sucking on her clit, not even when her legs shook so badly I thought she’d collapse against the wall. My tongue was buried in her p***y, my mouth sloppy, my chin and lips drenched with her. She tasted like sin and I wanted to f*****g drown in it.
Then, suddenly, I pulled back, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked up at her.
“Not done with you yet,” I rasped, my voice rough, my c**k rock-hard and straining painfully inside my jeans. I pushed myself back, laying flat across the rug, eyes burning up her body. “Come here. Straddle me.”
Her lips parted, face red, chest heaving, but she didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward, shaky at the knees, and climbed over me. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, her panties shoved aside, her p***y glistening ab
