Three
Owl removed his tongue and his fingers from my p***y. My body trembled from the loss. I needed him to finish what he’d started, to break me open, and relieve all that pressure he’d built up inside me.
He pulled back from me and unbuckled his pants. He took out his d**k. I’d been right in my estimation of his size. It was an impressive instrument, long and thick with a slight curve. He pulled a c****m from his back pocket and tore it open with his teeth. He did all of this slowly, with absolutely no sense of urgency, while I lay writhing beneath him.
I was panting hard, whimpering. My body ached for his fingers to return, for his tongue to lick at my c**t again. Had I been about to come?
I didn’t want his d**k. I didn’t want him to pump into me and bang away until he came. I wante
