Isabella
Damon mustard sensed the amount of trouble I was in and lowered his head to my breasts before covering one n****e with his mouth. I let out a sigh of relief as though I had been waiting for him to do that. Inside his mouth his tongue flicked over my n****e sending blissful notes of pleasure down my spine and then to my puss.
I gasped and moaned, screaming occasionally as he continued this way for a while. In a moment, he began to toy with the waistband of my trousers before popping open the button. I suppose this snapped me out of my momentary haze of pleasure because I was able to talk coherent words.
"Wait," I whispered, and he stopped to look at my face. "I don't know if I'm ready for this," I managed to say what was on my mind, but it was a mistake. He didn't need to know w
