My Best Friend's Father
She pulls away from my breast.
“Can I taste you?” I nod, hiking up my skirt slightly, exposing my nude core. She gets off the chair and kneels on the ground before me. I spread my legs as she positions herself in front of me. She leans in and takes her first lick, barely hitting, like someone putting their toes in to test the water. The second time, she swipes her tongue through my slit. I press back against the window. Giovanni’s face pops into my head as soon as I close my eyes—him between my legs, that magnificent tongue. I jerk my head immediately, hoping to push the image of me fucking him from my mind. Lynn slips a finger in as she runs her tongue through my slit. I moan softly; she is