THE CURSE OF LUST
He closed his eyes and, with an intense growl, said to me,
"Christ, your pussy tastes so good."
He leaned back slightly, letting me catch my breath, his gaze taking in my slightly trembling form from head to toe—satisfied, yet somehow still wanting more—and I loved it.
He bent down and picked up my knickers, rolling them between his fingers, then bringing them to his nostrils, inhaling with his eyes still closed, before shoving them into his pocket and whispering to me,
"I'm keeping these for next time..."
"Next time?" I asked, voice sharp. "What? Don't tell me you're going to jerk off on them?"