“s**t, I thought we were gonna die by c**k-sucking,” Thera wheezed. Even she was out of breath, and I was the one who’d just done the extreme oral.
Our minds were swimming in lust and alcohol.
Panting, I stayed there with my knees shaking and my panties soaked.
I was dying to touch myself, just to calm the insane need I had for him to f**k me down there too.
Out of nowhere, fingers grabbed my chin in the dark, lifting my flushed face so he could stare at me in silence for a few seconds.
He looked like he was wrestling with himself, and that sexy expression was a whole mess of contradictions.
His thumb brushed over my swollen lips, stroking them slowly, and I even had the nerve to suck it into the warmth of my mouth.
He moved it in and out, slow and dirty, without taking his eyes off
