Gomez
My c**k twitched, straining against my pants, and I didn’t even try to hide it. Why the f**k should I? She knew what she was doing, teasing me like a little slut, and she loved every second of it.
I wanted her eyes on me—on the thick, aching c**k she’d made this hard. I needed her to see what her seduction had done, what she was about to take.
I dropped my gaze to my c**k straining against my pants, and sure enough, her eyes followed.
The shock in them made me smirk. I didn’t know what sorry bastards she’d spread her legs for before, but I’d bet every one of them came up short compared to the thick c**k I was packing.
Her tongue flicked out over her lips, nervous and hungry, and my d**k pulsed harder. All I could think about was shoving that little tongue and tight mouth down on
