“You’re right. My lover’s tongue slows, and the precise movements he was making before now seem arbitrary. XXX I wonder why his gaze is downturned until I realize that my dress has ridden up far enough that apex of my thighs is visible. My only response is the feeling of the head of his cock against my entrance. He pounds my pussy with reckless abandon, grunting and groaning into my neck. He began to take off his black dress shirt, the high thread count garment parting to reveal the simple cotton of a white beater. I’ve been staring at this man in class for a year now, aching to feel him touch me, and to be able to touch him. I’m sorry—I just—I was going to wait in the living room, but I heard my name and…I thought this was as close as I was going to get.”
The nails of my free hand dig into his shoulders as he continues to ravage my neck.
