Forbidden Service
My mouth watered.
“Look at that pretty pink pussy,” he murmured. “Still dripping from earlier. You love being used, don’t you, Hazel?”
“Yes, Derick,” I whispered, cheeks burning with shame and arousal.
He rolled his chair closer. “Crawl to me.”
I did, on all fours, stopping between his spread thighs. His cock stood thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. It looked even bigger up close.
“Clean it first,” he said, voice dark. “With your tongue.”
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