My fingers were slick with my arousal, and as I pulled back one of my p***y lips, I heard Johnny’s sharp intake of breath.
“So much honey for me, baby.”
Just having my fingers against my p***y was enough to have me on the verge of an orgasm.
“I can’t stop this, Rosy,” he finally said, and I snapped my eyes open, realizing I’d closed them as I rubbed my fingers up and down my cleft.
“Johnny,” I moaned, and before I could say anything else, he was on his knees between my thighs. He looked up at me, our gazes holding, my breath stalling. “I want to taste you.”
I licked my lips and nodded slowly. God, I want that too.
He leaned in, and the grunt of pleasure that left him was so violent from his lust.
“You smell so f*****g good,” he growled, keeping my panties pulled aside, and then plac
