"Come on," I say through clenched teeth. "That's enough." I ease my d**k out of Renee's mind-blowing mouth and lift her up by her armpits. She sways, clearly unable to stand, so I carry her over to a white leather couch, ripping the skirt down her legs and urging her down onto the long, plush seat, not wasting a second before I'm shoving her thighs open. Gaping down at the heaven I've revealed. "Motherfucker," I grit out. "Look what we have here—a wet little masterpiece. Got these knees pointed east and west and those p***y lips still ain't open. Must be tight as f**k, aren't you?"
His ribcage expands, shudders back inward. "I...I don't know," she gasps.
"Well I better lick it open, huh?" I lean down and kiss her slit, lap at it. "We have to see what you brought Daddy to play with, don't
