He came over to the couch where I was sitting and just looked at me with that dark, intense stare he gets. Sheesh. He didn’t say anything, just slowly pushed my thighs apart and ran his thumb right over my clit through the lace. I gasped, like, "Cosa stai facendo?" but my body was already arching into his touch. He just smirked and was like, "You know exactly what I'm doing." Then he leaned down and his mouth was on me, licking and sucking through the fabric until I was a moaning, begging mess. The feeling of his tongue, so hot and wet, against my aching clit was iconic. I came so hard, seeing stars, completely his.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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