CHAPTER 2: SQUIRTING ON STAGE
CLARA’S POV
I did. My tongue flicked out to lap at the slit. The flavor of salt and musk exploded on my palate. I groaned. My hands gripped his thighs for balance.
I took the head into my mouth and hollowed my cheeks. I swirled my tongue around the crown like the desperate slut I had always pretended not to be.
His groan vibrated through me. His hips twitched as I took him deeper. My throat opened for him inch by inch. Tears pricked my eyes as he hit the back.
My gag reflex kicked in. But I pushed through. I wanted to please him. I wanted to feel him lose control because of me. His free hand cupped my breast.
He squeezed hard enough to bruise through the blouse. He pinched my n****e until I moaned around his c**k. The vibration made him curse under his b
