Bradley’s fingers traced lightly along the insides of my thighs, stroking the soft, sensitive skin as he devoured me. His tongue was warm and wet, his lips full and pliant and perfectly manipulative.
Oh f**k I’ve missed this…
It had been a long time since a guy had gone down on me. Malcolm had done it a few times in the beginning, but mostly to impress me and not with any real goal in mind.
But not Bradley. He definitely had a goal.
Holy… holy s**t…
I was staring up at the ceiling, eyes crossed, my breathing rapid.. Down between my legs, my handsome classmate dragged his tongue slowly, sensually over my outer folds.
He stopped now and then to dip the tip inside, to taste and tease me. Eventually I moaned, unable to take it any longer as I rolled my fingers into his hair.
Ohhhhhhhh…
