Karl performed his magic. His wicked tongue swirled, thrust and sucked until I was a writhing, whimpering mess above him.
The pleasure built and built until it crested in an explosive orgasm that had me crying out, my whole body going rigid as I rode out the pulses of blinding ecstasy.
I was still on the brink of another when he suddenly, cruelly pulled away, leaving me bereft and aching for more.
I let out a frustrated, needy moan and shot him a wistful glance, silently pleading, only to be met with a devilish smile that promised sweet torture.
"What's the matter, honey? Is there something you need?" Karl asked in a blatant taunt as he licked his glistening lips in a way that should have been illegal.
He was expecting me to beg him.
This bastard!
He expected me to debase myself
