Forbidden Collection
“Just… allergies.”
Hargrove narrowed her eyes. “This is your third warning. One more disruption, and you’re out.” She hovered a moment longer, then left.
Under the table, Sophia chuckled softly, vibrations humming against me. “Close one,” she whispered, then dove back in. Her tongue lapped greedily, exploring every fold, dipping inside to curl against my walls. I rocked subtly, chasing more, but forced stillness above the table. Sweetness mixed with the pornographic heat—her love in every lick, every gentle bite to my inner thigh.