“Evan, please,” she begs as her arms wrap around my neck.
“What do you need, baby?”
“I need to come. Please.”
“Then you know what I need to hear,” I taunt, not feeling the least bit guilty keeping it from her.
“That’s not fair,” she hisses, arching her hips and seeking relief.
“Never said it was,” I remind her, pressing my lips to her neck and sucking. “How bad do you need it?”
“f**k you,” she seethes.
I smile. “Better keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet, or we’re going to draw in an unwanted audience,” I caution, raising her leg up even higher so I can fill her deeper. Her p***y is aching for it, I can feel it, which means I’m closer to getting what I want.
“Please, please, please,” she whimpers, and I love hearing her desperate moans. God, she’s so gorgeous when she’s like this
