ANGEL
Kayla was situated between my spread legs, her hair falling forward like a dark curtain around her face.
She stared at the mess Daniel had made of me with wide eyes that were hungry, almost fascinated.
“Can I?” she looked at me, her voice thick with need. “Can I lick you clean? Please, Angel.”
My mind struggled to clear the fog; why was she here? Not Daniel. She wanted to taste his cúm as it leaked from both my holes.
Part of me knew I should say no. To push her away. I felt violated that she’d touched me without asking first.
But another part of me felt a dark thrill pulse through my core. Daniel had warned me not to move, but it will wasn't like I was leaving this study or anything. I was still exactly where he left me.
“Please let me taste you, I’ve been dying to taste you
