A Virgin For The Player
"Come and get it then..."
I groan when Logan pumps again. I want that beautiful dick inside of me. My sex is already swollen, and I'm dripping wet. I might be a virgin, but I haven't been living under a rock.
"Stop torturing me, Logan..."
He snorts and grabs my sides again. "Alright, spin around, so your ass is in my hands and legs resting on my shoulders."
I do what he says, and he immediately lifts and presses me against his beard. His tongue is pressed against my clit, and his fingers are sinking into my soft ass. Except for his thumbs—those are working me wetter by going in slow, tantalizing strokes.