Cricket
He locked the door and slid his hands to my neck. “You want me to show you how wrong you are?”
I licked my lips. “Depends on exactly how you plan to do that.”
“Not sure I can, baby. I’m a man-child. I don’t communicate well.” He lifted my sweater over my head and unsnapped my bra before I’d even registered he’d moved.
“You can show me,” I panted out as he drew a n****e into his mouth, then blew on it, making it pebble tight.
“Oh, can I?” he challenged. “You’ll allow it?”
He knelt in front of me, tugging my skirt down and letting it pool at my feet. I was left in my knee-high boots and panties, and he shoved his face between my legs and ran his tongue over my c**t, dampening the lace of my thong.
“I’ll allow it,” I rasped, finding my panties yanked down my thighs and his ton
