I moan and try to move away from his expert tongue. Xxnx She doesn’t want it now, hm?”
“No, Sir. I grip his hair and moan out his name so loudly he has to reach up and put a hand over my mouth to avoid our downstairs neighbors hearing. Those lips that have been so silent at work while mine were loud as a freight train passing by…His stubble adds a grown man quality to his tan 23 year old features. “Young lady, what did I say the last time you were painting?”
I shiver at the sound of his baritone voice. If he touches it even slightly…
I moan loudly as his finger brushes my clit, barely containing the orgasm that wants to flood me.
