“I’m going to f**k you and make you howl when you c*m,” I promised her, pushing back her hands and finding the bottom edge of her tight dress.
It was surprisingly easy to pull it up her legs and up over her hips. She raised her hands, helping me.
I had been right. Veronica wasn’t wearing panties or a bra. Or even stockings. Just the dress and her heels. Her clutch purse she had tossed on the desk when we walked in.
Veronica pushed me back a step and posed in front of me. It was obvious she liked being naked in front of me while I was dressed.
“How many men have you f****d?” I asked her, grabbing her upper arms.
“I don’t know. Too many.”
“How many d***s have you sucked?”
“One hundred thirty two,” she answered quickly.
I wasn’t sure if she was telling me the number she believed or i
