Fey
I don’t know when my pants came off, but I vaguely know they are lying haphazardly somewhere on the floor. Along with my socks and underwear. And now, we are having a battle of wills as he tries to pry my legs open to shove his face between them. I’m too embarrassed that I just let him stick his fingers down there, I’m not going to let him shove his face there. No matter how good the first orgasm felt. My face is beet red, and I can’t quite look him in the eye as he gently tugs on my legs that I’m currently squeezing shut with all my might.
“Come on Fey, let me make you feel good.” He urges.
“No thanks, I’m good,” I mutter, holding my hands over the spot that he wants to give his full attention.
He chuckles and it’s a deep, hearty sound that feels so good when it hits me. “I would
