MAKE ME WET
Lisa
My fingers danced across my clit, gliding up and down. Mr. Raphael’s lips were clamped around my nipples as he sucked on them.
“Ahh, nghhh” I moaned, pleasuring and terrorizing every nerve in my stomach.
He pulled his head away, his lips just an inch away from my nipples, I could still feel his warm breath raining down my tits.
“Come on tell me,” Mr. Raphael said, flicking my nipples with his well-trimmed nail. “Tell me, how did he feel dominating him?”