Shana
My pulse is hammering against the side of my neck as I take in the sight before me - Vincent Johansson, my former bully - is between my legs and spreading my knees apart with his broad shoulders. He looks like an absolute daydream, and I can’t repress the shivers racing down my spine when he goes to town on my c**t. I’m scared of relishing the moment, but it gets hard not to enjoy the sensation of his tongue when he laps at me like I’m his favorite meal.
“Mmh!” I gasp, unable to keep my legs from shaking. I’m in heaven, and Vincent knows it, too, his lips forming this arrogant smile before he continues to ravage me.
With his strong hands holding my legs apart, he has easy access to my most private of areas, with nothing obstructing his view of my wet, smoldering p***y.
“I must ha
