I had folded my tent so fast! James cut through all the crap, didn’t allow me to run my little dominatrix game. He saw down into my core, deeper than anyone, even Marcus when he first topped me. What James said, that I had gotten my way for too long, still echoed along with my cries when the rod ignited a fire of passion across my ass, and deep within my p***y.
Shit, I was hot. So hot, and I wasn’t talking about the sun. I glanced around. Hmm. No one near. Go for it.
My hand slid down my pants, found that sweet, wet spot. Umm. Yes. Grab my hair, kiss my mouth, let me taste you. Ah, yes. That tongue of yours inside my mouth. A sudden invasion I hadn’t known in so long. And then you left. Took what you wanted, left me to gasp for more, but you, satisfied with what you stole, threw me aside
