Kendall
He takes my ankles in his hands, slides them across his shoulder blades so that he can press his mouth closer against me, latch around my c**t, sucking so hard I see stars.
“Oh, my god,” I gasp.
“Not god,” he says sharply. “Say my name, principessa.”
“Camden,” I manage, trying to breathe. “Camden, please...”
I trail off, still having some dignity, enough to be slightly embarrassed that I’m begging him.
“Please what, principessa?”
“Please make me come again,” I whisper, and he doesn’t waste any time, suckling on my c**t and pumping his fingers still inside me.
I shudder all over when I come a third time, and then he removes his fingers, getting up on his knees and fumbling with his pants before shoving them down and freeing himself.
I’m so blissed out I can barely move but
