She heard Zander mumble something into her folds before he dragged his hands away from her thighs. As she blinked her eyes at him, he was raising up to meet her eyes. He leaned in. It didn't matter that his chin was dripping with her come and how messily they swapped in between their tongues.
Zander pulled back, his hands inching towards her dress. With one quick swift, she got rid of the lace dress, letting it fall off her body. He nuzzled his face into her soft, taut skin of the chest, mouthing at it.
Sanaah whined trying to pull away at the cold breath hitting her n*****s. She felt goosebumps prickle at her skin.
His thumb brushed over the swell of her n****e, and his eyes glassy, like just the possibility of getting to suck on her n*****s was driving him closer to the edge.
His
