Maverick wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me effortlessly until he sat me on the edge of the kitchen counter. The cold marble against my bare skin made me shiver.He smirked and helped me part my legs wide open. Then, without wasting time, he hooked his fingers into the sides of my soaked panties and slowly pulled them down my legs, tossing them aside so he could have full access to me.Cool air touched my exposed, dripping pussy and made me clench.“I have to hurry,” he said, swallowing hard, “because within the next few seconds your pussy juice is going to start dripping onto the counter… and it would be a waste if I don’t get to lick it up.”I chuckled. Maverick was always so greedy when it came to me. “If I make a mess on this counter, you better lick it clean like it’s your plate.” I teased playfully as my words only seemed to make him hungrier.Maverick let out a short, rough laugh. For a few seconds, only the sound of his soft laughter and the quiet, wet clenching
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