I stare at the ceiling as I try to control my erratic breathing; no amount of alcohol could have prepared me for this. He lifts my legs and puts my feet onto his strong shoulders and then drops my knees wide.
I am completely open for him, and he takes me with no reservations and sucks hard.
I buck off the bed. “Ah!” I cry.
But he gives me no mercy as he drives three of his thick fingers into my s*x and begins to pump me hard.
Shit . . . can’t we ease into it, at least?
His tongue is on my c******s, and his fingers are on my G-spot. What the actual hell is going on here? My body begins to quiver like a puppet . . . his puppet.
The man’s a god.
My legs lift off his shoulders by themselves, and I convulse as a freight train of an orgasm rips through me.
That took approximately five se
