She does the same to my other finger, her warm tongue swirling and stroking in ways I really, really need to feel in otherplaces.
Fortunately, she doesn’t stop there.
Without ever looking away from my eyes, Clara drags my pants down along with my boxers, slowly easing herself down tokneel before me. What a f*****g view. I can’t help myself. I reach for her hair and tug her bun loose, growling my appreciationas her long, thick hair tumbles down her shoulders.
She’s so goddamn beautiful. It’s a f*****g curse. I don’t know how I ever thought I stood a chance against this woman.
Not now that I have the image of her soft, plump lips tracing my shaft permanently etched into my mind.
Clara seems unsure of herself, even though she didn’t hesitate to wrap her fingers aro
