ASHER’S POV
“Lift the hem up and hold it for me while I’m having my dessert, Doll,” I said in tones filled with dominance. I felt her legs quiver against my palms as she poised herself on her nervous upright straddling legs, her hands moved along to clutch her dress. I hummed in approval.
“It’s difficult,” she whined, disliking the task, lips pouting, emerald eyes frowned at me. Her hair straggled down, making her more alluring and lewd.
“It’s challenging,” I said before swimming back to her folds. She cried out. I felt one of her small hands on my head clutching for dear life. I reluctantly disconnected from her warmth to lean further down the backrest of the couch.
“Grind on me, Love,” I cooed her. Chewing her lip, she, with a wide margin and with so much demureness, adjusted herself
