After what happened the other day, I can't seem to shake off the feeling of dread that he will fck me soon. Not that I would complain; I mean, he is extremely gorgeous! So gorgeous that he would make women spread their legs for him with just a glance of his godly stature.
We were in sync with our mouths, and I felt I was ready to be defiled by him.
I could not get over his lucious lips on mine, and the way his slow motion was pictured on my head kept getting me wet. I mean, drool. No wet. Ugh! This is so frustrating. I think both are the same thing. Drooling from the mouth is the same thing between my legs, right? Well, I consider my p*ssy to be my second mouth, so...
Gosh! Thinking about this is getting me excited, and wrong!
This is not like me!
I aggressively shook my head and scru
