“Siegfried,” I moan when the tip of his c**k kisses my opening. I thought when he said he wanted to c*m inside of me he meant my mouth. I brace my hands on his shoulders because as much as I want to taste him, I need this more. I want him to fill me up and hold me close. I longed for that connection with him even when he was going down on me.
“You want that, don't you, little flower? This way you can feel me all day.” I whimper my response. What I want even more is to drop all the way down on his thick length. “Don’t be a bad girl. It’s not time for that,” he says, reading my mind. “Touch your clit,” he orders.
I don’t hesitate to do as I’m told because I want to please him. My fingers go to my clit as he starts to jack off. I stare down at his c**k that’s barely pressed inside of me. It
