Micheal.
A smirk rolls across my face, slow and wicked, as her words hang in the air like a filthy prayer.
“Eat my f*****g p***y, please,” she repeats, gasping, her hands pressing back on the table for leverage, arching her body toward me, legs spread impossibly wide on the edge.
“Rainbow,” I drawl her name like it’s sacred scripture, tasting it on my tongue before I drop to my knees between her thighs.
My hands grip her hips, yanking her closer until her ass hangs just off the table, p***y thrust forward like an offering.
I lower my head to her mound, inhaling her musky scent—sweet arousal mixed with the faint tang of our earlier sins.
My tongue drags slow from her entrance up to her c**t, a long, flat lick that makes her shudder, her juices coating my taste buds.
“f**k… yes, M
