Ricochet My Love
I lazily drew a circle in the air with my finger twice, gesturing toward her thighs, scrunching my nose just to push her further.
“You bitch,” she muttered through grinding teeth.
I shrugged, letting my lower lip pout out. “Don’t worry, though. I’m done riding and getting fucked by my ex-husband who suddenly decided to chase me,” I said casually, brushing invisible lint off Ricochet’s oversized shirt. “Why don’t you knock on his door and taste some of my leftovers?”
I stepped closer, chin slightly lifted. She was at least a meter taller, but somehow I still felt bigger.
“Just take note that 'if' he lets you give him head, you’ll taste my delicacy.”
Chapitres populaires