Dripping Nectarine ? part three
June 10th, Monday
I wanted him so badly, I could've came without him even touching me, but I wanted him to drive me to that numbing point, so I didn't wind myself up too much.
But f**k, f**k!!
The way he was staring at me was already good enough of a f**k!
I bit onto my bottom lip as his face neared my throbbing twanny and he surprised me to my last bone when he planted a big smooch on it. f**k I almost came. And it was not him teasing me, he was worshipping me, worshipping me dripping v****a like it was some sacred god. Again he groaned like a ravenous brute as his fingers tugged at the waist string of my scanty, evidently wet thong and I hoisted myself up a bit so he can pull it down me legs and have full view of my glistening s*x in all its glory
