"Oh, Miss Dara, I'm going to come, I'm so close," he gasped, although we had barely even started. It was a good thing I had already brought him off once in the bathroom or me probably would have come the first time my lips touched him. I pressed my fingernails hard into his joint again, reminding him not to move as I slid up and down, my mouth full of cock. Just three more strokes and he was coming, filling my mouth with sweet warm spunk that I swallowed down. As he struggled to bring his breathing back to normal, I sat on his lap again. This time there was no mistaking my desire, I straddled one leg and fairly slid off of it. My panties were by now a soaking mess. "My turn," I whispered in his ear.
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Don't Mind The Critics
This story must bring out desires that they are afraid to pursue. Why read up to chapter 5 if they are so disgusted?
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