I could not forget what he had done to me just a week ago. How could I? When he made me come so many times, I lost count. Remember I had said he was Nigerian. There is an undeniable s****l prowess and aura they possessed.
I remembered everything. I could not forget a single detail. When he spilled water all over my tiny white tank top so he could finally see my t**s.
When he thrust into my p***y when his daughter and my best friend walked right into the room.
“Your p***y is getting so wet for me,” he said.
He pushed his hips against mine from behind, letting me feel his hardness poking through his swim trunks. “How many times have you touched your p***y, just thinking about me?”
He slid his finger between my folds and pushed it inside. I whimpered softly, clenching on his fingers.
