Sixteen
Holly
Austin’s mouth is incredible. I remember it well from the night in the Jeep, but his slow, languid licks, and the way he groans when his tongue circles my n****e, makes this time even better.
His hands haven’t stopped roaming. His hard length presses into the side of my thigh as he bucks each time I do. He sprays a dollop of whipped cream onto my other n****e and ditches the can, his fingers slipping up my thigh and dipping under the edge of my panties. My stomach tightens as he runs his finger through my wet folds, and I squirm into his palm.
A moan rings out of me right before his mouth latches onto my breast.
Never in my life have I been this tightly wound before an orgasm. His thumb strums against my clit and I sigh, my fingers unable to leave the back of his head. M
