The second we cross over into Connecticut I can turn back into the mousy girl in the back of the room with the geeky answers and laptop.
But in London, why not grab my fairytale and let it sweep me away. Just for a little while?
“Look how wet she is and we haven’t even touched her.”
I swear Daemon’s voice has me ready to come already.
He spreads my cheeks and Lord help me, I gasp. His tongue sets to work dragging up my slit and I’m dripping all over him in seconds.
My s*x squeezes around his probing fingers and he has me panting in record time. I twist to watch when I hear three zippers grate open like a dark promise of torture.
My lips part and I start to pant when Warren steps up behind me. He’s fisting his shaft, the thick head swollen. He grazes the cheek of my ass,
