MAEVE HAWTHORN.
“You really don’t have to.” Enzo said, his hand holding my arm in a vague attempt to stop me from going down on my knees but I didn’t want to suck his c**k because I had to.
I wanted to suck him because I wanted to. I wanted to feel him in my mouth again, I wanted him to shoot a long stringer of c*m down my throat.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became and I could feel my p***y spitting out juice as I looked at him wantingly, making my eyes beg him to let me.
“I want to.” I muttered, my lust heavy in my voice as I stuck my tongue out a little, showing him just how ready I was to take his c**k in my mouth.
“Baby girl, the floor is slippery and you don’t have that much experience,” he laughed but I proceeded to go down on my knees. Maybe he’s right, not
