SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.
All I could do was stare at him after a gulp. There was a way his eyes specifically darkened and glazed over every time he stared at me. I always thought it was intense, heated, consuming.
But this… There was nothing compared to this.
His grip on my hips hadn’t let up, and his gaze was unrelenting. My p***y was right in his face while he was on his knees, and I was tempted to ask him what happened now. But before the courage to ask could fill me, he rose to his feet, pulled me closer by the waist, and with a kiss to my forehead, he whispered a command I didn’t want to refuse.
“Get on the bed, I want you on all fours….and let me see that p***y I just ate…don’t hide my meal from me,” he groaned, as if he remembered what happened moments ago. I gulp again, his c**k
