28 - Gentleman
Summer
I whimpered, moving my hips and trying to grind myself on his handsome face.
But Damon was a sadist, and he held the reins of my orgasms. Even though we didn’t have s*x for the past two weeks, he always found some time to make me c*m either by his fingers, his mouth, or ordering me to masturbate while we were alone in his office and he was on a virtual call.
“Please,” I begged, almost tasting the orgasm on my tongue.
He ignored me and made out with my p***y. He was French kissing it as if it was his last day on the earth.
“f**k, Summer, so good,” he whispered in between eating me out and holding my thighs wide so I wouldn’t close them.
“c*m for me, good girl,” he whispered, sucking my c**t in his hot mouth and rubbing my G-spot with his fingers. He knew how
