-Evan-
“Evan… p-party…”
I growled in response as she tried to push me away, though the vibrations against her p*ssy had her legs almost giving way. Or perhaps it was because we were going for a third round. I had been unable to pull away after the first taste.
The sight of her in that dress was more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen, and what better way to appreciate it than with my head between her legs, savoring her sweetness? The party seemed insignificant compared to the pleasure of hearing her whimper and beg, and then scream my name as she cl!maxed. I wanted to continue this indefinitely, letting the party carry on without us.
Madeleine gripped the edge of a dresser, its creaking betraying her effort to remain focused on the party we were already late for. But my intentions
