taking his hands and putting them on my breasts, before trailing a finger down his body and parting the towel to grab his d**k.
His fingers squeezed my breasts reflexively.
"s**t," he cursed, but his hands stayed put.
"I can't pay attention. I can't read. I can't do anything but obsess over your d**k being inside me. I need to be f****d so badly and I need it to be you that does it."
"Hell, Stace," he said, breathing hard, as I dropped to my knees.
He watched me intently as I pulled the towel apart and let it drop.
"I thought you were mad at me," he said, his head falling back against the door as I licked the tip of his d**k.
"I will be if you don't f**k me silly," I said, feeding inch after inch into my mouth.
He stood there helplessly, watching me suck his d**k.
"This is such a
