“I have a confession to make,” Tristan grunts out.
“What’s that?” I say, between sucking and licking.
“I watched you touch yourself upstairs after you drank all that old whiskey.”
I lift a brow, thinking back to my moment of weakness when I wanted Tristan so bad it hurt. He constantly teased the f**k out of me, even if he was trying to avoid me.
“Yeah? Did you like what you saw?”
“I always love watching you play with your perfect p***y,” he admits. “Seeing you pleasure yourself with my name on your lips was something I won’t forget for the rest of my life. You’re enough to bring any man to his knees.”
I smirk. “Well, maybe I should start an Only Fans account when I get home. There are a lot of YouTube stars who make millions and get tons of free s*x toys.”
“Hell no,” he growls as I
