“Kneel and crawl over to me” He gestures with his fingers, sitting on the bed, manspreading. His towel still covering him.
I shiver from his words, and the way my lipstick was smeared on his lips. Having no choice because I'm so desperately in need of that hard steel between his legs, I kneel and crawl to meet him.
“Good girl” He pats my head and I begin sniffing him like a dog, my nose rubbing on his thighs, my mouth kissing it, up to his length that is now so hard against the towel. He grabs my face to look at him, teasing my lips with a kiss before unhooking my bra with one hand.
“Take it off” he whispers.
“Bend over me” He says when my bra comes off, his eyes unmoving from my breasts. My red n*****s painfully pointed out.
But I really do not went to bend over him. I just need his
