6
DANTE
She was in my mouth last night. Right where I wanted her, and I couldn’t get rid of her taste on my tongue. The act played over and over again in my head like a movie scene. Every couple of minutes, I remembered her p***y pulsing under my lips.
An erotic film for sure, one that made porn a shoddy substitute.
Her p***y was all that was good and true—and like the rest of her body, f*****g center-fold worthy.
Sweet.
Tangy.
It tasted like seconds, thirds… hell, I couldn’t see ever slaking my hunger for Savanna. Nor did I want to.
The next morning, I tried to scrub the need off my body with a loofa while she slept in.
Maybe the sting on my skin would clear the confusion about how this girl in trouble had walked into my life, pulled me out of my shitty, mopey routine, and t
