f*****g. God. Christ. I want this man. I'm shaking with urgency and at the same time I want him to go teasingly slow. His lips touch my skin right above my p***y. I moan and grind my foot even harder into the table. He pushes my knee outward and kisses lower. His mouth is warm and wet and driving me wild. His tongue strokes and I lift my foot off the table. His hand clamps down on it and forces it back. His husky laugh sends more warmth across my p***y. If he does it again, I'll come.
My desire is jacked through the roof. Moon's only just begun this slow, torturous seduction, but our s****l dance has been going on for days, and I'm insane with need. He lifts up from my inner thighs and moves over me so his mouth is at the neckline of my dress.
No, no, no. I need him back. Down. There. I
