He runs his hands up my legs, sliding them under my dress. I lift my hips to help him as he slides the dress up and off me. I didn’t bother wearing a bra, so I’m left in just a tiny pair of pink panties. The appreciative sigh he gives as his eyes rake over my body has my heart racing and my legs spreading.
He leans over me and runs a hand down my neck, lightly brushing his fingers over my skin, bringing them lower to circle my t**s. I gasp when his rough fingers glide over my n*****s and reach up to grab onto his shoulders, trying to force his mouth onto me.
“It’s really cute that you think you’re strong enough to move me,” he says with a chuckle.
“I want your mouth on me.”
“Patience,” he says, dancing his finger over my n****e again.
I groan and tug harder on him.
“Well now you’re j
