Her Dirty Little Games
He loved it.
"Good girl," he groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. "So good for me."
Just as I found a rhythm, he gently pulled me back to my feet. "My turn," he murmured. He lifted me onto the edge of the desk, pushed my knees apart, and ran his hand through my pussy.
Then he lowered his head, and placed his mouth on me. What the fuck was he doing? My back arched off the desk, and I let out a sharp gasp. I’d never seen this in the videos, never imagined... but oh, God.