“You’re mine for the weekend to do whatever I want with. There’s no escaping me out here. Trust me, baby girl. You won’t want to escape. Now lay back and relax while I eat that sweet galleta.”
I didn’t understand his last word, and started to ask, “What’s a guy-etta?”, repeating his Spanish, but when he opened up my legs and started eating me out, I understood the gist of what he meant.”
He raised his head to answer. “Galleta. Cookie. You know, your p***y. You look so f*****g delicious and pretty, Priscilla.” His eyes drilled into mine, and I needed to reorient myself to the fact that my bestie had just been slurping on my c**t.
Okay, so no one would call this an extraordinarily lengthy bout of foreplay since he was going straight for the genitals, but things had been strung out pretty
