I don’t know why or how, but all I want to do is be his good girl who does exactly what he says because I know, I know, I know, he’s always going to give me exactly what I need.
He pulls out of me, sets me on my feet, spins me around, and licks me from bottom to top. His tongue plunges inside me and all I can do is squeeze the hell out of the desk and pray I don’t implode.
I’m facedown with my ass up and my thighs spread as wide as I can manage. Demyen holds me to his face and he licks, sucks, nibbles every inch of my ultra-sensitive core like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have.
“Dem…” When his lips wrap around my c**t, I buck and scream. “Dem!”
He’s got me pinned in place, so I can’t pull away. I can’t even wriggle. I can only writhe and pant and claw at the desk, begging him wordless
