34 - Crawl to Me
Damon
My hands clenched as Summer slowly kneeled on the carpet. She looked hot as f**k in the tiny maid costume. She didn’t even need to wear it. She was practically naked. Her breathing increased when I stayed silent, anticipating what I’d say next.
“Come here,” I said, eyeing her perfect t**s.
She went to stand up, but I interrupted her, “I did not give you permission to stand.” She kneeled again, her wide eyes on me as I said, “Crawl to me.”
Her hands pressed on the carpet, and I spread my legs wider when she crawled, her t**s spilling out of the corset, making me chuckle. She flushed but stayed kneeling between my legs.
“Tell me,” I said, tilting her face towards me by holding her chin, “Whose p***y is it?”
She licked her lips, eyes drooping. “Yours, Sir.”
