He extended a hand reaching out his finger to brush something away from the corner of my lips. As he pulled back his fingers, I saw that it was powdered sugar that the pastries were covered in.
He lifted that finger to his mouth and licked off the white powder.
"Hm... you still tasted sweeter."
Without any hesitation, he leaned in and I was ready to meet his lips for another kiss, but at the very last moment, he turned to the side, stopping by my ear.
"I am sure nothing can compare to the sweatness of your p***y I devoured last night. It was only a taste, but I am pretty sure I am addicted."
As he was whispering that to my ear, one of his hands travelled down my thigh and started to lift the skirt of my dress. His sneaky fingers slowly made their way up my thigh and stopped right bet
