Chapter Eight
The hot water feels like heaven as it streams down my back, but an even better feeling is my face between Demi's legs. With one of the smallest showers known to man, we had to be inventive. Her one leg is propped up on the bench, her back is flat against the wall with one hand fisted in my hair.
“Don't stop,” she cries out right when I flatten my tongue and suck her clit into my mouth.
My scalp burns from her pulls on my hair, but that only spurs me on to make this experience that much more groundbreaking. Taking one hand off her thigh, I push a finger in and out of her in a quick motion.
“Ohh,” she moans.
I look up from between her legs to find her eyes closed. Hopefully all that s**t her mother is putting her through is long forgotten.
My tongue twirls her clit around
