Lila.
I crawl across the mattress toward him, my knees sinking into the soft fabric, heart pounding with a mix of nerves and raw need.
Damon’s eyes lock on me, dark and hungry, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Such a good little girl, aren’t you?” he says, his hands slapping both my thighs sharp and stinging as I straddle his face, spreading my legs wide.
The smack echoes, heat flaring across my skin, making my p***y clench harder.
His fingers find the rope lace cinching my gown around my chest, tugging it loose with rough pulls.
“I want these off… I want to see how beautiful those t**s are,” he grunts, voice thick with lust, yanking the fabric free.
My breasts spring out, heavy and aching, n*****s hard from the cool air and his gaze. Leaning forward, my face inches from his, they
