LUSTING AFTER MY FATHER’s BEST FRIEND.
Shit!
The spasms take over me without warning and I’m falling. I’m falling so hard that I think it’ll never stop.
The fall.
The pleasure.
The depravity of it all.
It does, though, leaving me in a haze, and I think it’s over. But his stubble glides over the sensitive flesh of my thighs and he’s still lapping at me, sucking, nibbling, torturing my sensitive clit.
For some reason, I’m so much more tender now than when he fingered me. And it hurts. It hurts so good.