The cookie was sweet and crumbly in my mouth, and I chewed it to death, taking out on it my frustration from the way just being in the living room with her in this cottage, alone, was a purely sensual experience. I was an evil man and wanted to defile her. To paint her face with ropes of my c*m while she held her tongue out to catch every drop.
What the hell was wrong with me?
My instincts were just—wrong.
But I kept going, traveling too far down this road which I hoped led to f*****g her.
“Your daddy knows what you need. Do you think you can trust him?” There was an edge of strain to my voice, and in the same way, my c**k tensed up to be released.
There was a pensive glint in Jessica’s eyes.
“I can give it a try.” She looked away hastily, then squeezed her hands together relentlessl
