MADISON
I feel like I have about two working brain cells left, and I use both of them to try and form something intelligible. My body knows
exactly what it wants, but putting that into words seems impossible.
“Please,” I whimper.
He laughs against my p***y, shaking his head no, his movements sending sparks of pleasure through my c**t. “Not good enough. Be a good little slut and try again.”
I clutch at his head, fighting against his tight grip, even though I know it’s pointless. I just like the feel of his strong hands holding me in place. I briefly glance around, shocked that I’m actually about to get eaten out while in a f*****g nightclub with a ton of people less than fifty feet away. It’s exhilarating. The sight of his gorgeous face pressed against my p***y helps make me bold. I wa
