~Christopher’s POV~
I went upstairs to take a shower after eating. I knew I shouldn’t touch Camille, but all I could think about was sticking my c*ck around her cherry lips, f*ck she wrapped it like no one else in my life. I’m sure my expectations of women will skyrocket now. I would have f****d whoever licked my c*ck beneath that table today if it hadn’t been Camille.
Why did she feel compelled to do so? This is going to be difficult.
While the water from the shower was dripping over my naked body, I was preoccupied with thinking about the things I could do to Camille’s cherry lips, how I could thrust my c*ck deep into her lips as she sucked my brains out with her sinful lips. Camille was only in her lacy tank top and underwear when I got out of the restroom. I’ve become used to the fa
