“Spread your legs,” he says as he places one knee on the edge of the mattress.
When I stretch out and do as he commanded, he smiles. He lowers to lie on his stomach. When his face lands only inches from my p***y, all the breath leaves my lungs.
“So sucking my c**k turned you on. That is so f*****g sexy.” He licks a stripe up my inner thigh.
“And you taste so sweet even though I know how sharp your tongue can be.”
“Am I your type?” I ask.
His gaze only flicks up to meet mine for a second before it’s right back between my thighs.
He sets his hands on my thighs, then rubs his gentle thumbs up and down the lips of my p***y.
“I’m still hard at the thought of being able to f**k you, even after coming down your throat. So what do you think?”
“You said the flight attendant wasn’t your ty
