Micheal.
A smirk rolls across my face, slow and wicked, as her words hang in the air like a filthy prayer.
“Eat my f*****g p***y, please,” she repeats, gasping, her hands pressing back on the table for leverage, arching her body toward me, legs spread impossibly wide on the edge.
“Rainbow,” I drawl her name like it’s sacred scripture, tasting it on my tongue before I drop to my knees between her thighs.
My hands grip her hips, yanking her closer until her ass hangs just off the table, p***y thrust forward like an offering.
I lower my head to her mound, inhaling her musky scent—sweet arousal mixed with the faint tang of our earlier sins.
My tongue drags slow from her entrance up to her clit, a long, flat lick that makes her shudder, her juices coating my taste buds.
“f**k… yes, M
