I’m supposed to be scaring her into submissive obedience. Not wrapping her legs around my waist and carrying her into my bedroom to drag that side of her out another, better way.
She fits so perfectly in my arms. I can’t stop tasting her sugar-sweet lips or sucking on that sinful tongue, and the way she clings to me makes it easy to carry her into my room without breaking away from her for a second.
I kick the door shut behind me and only then do I drag my lips from hers to taste her jaw, her neck, the line of salty sweat that trickled down between her breasts when she was out being my good little spy.
Clara lets go of me long enough to peel off her tank top and throw it to the ground. When her arms wrap around my head, I take the opportunity to bury my face between her breasts.
I roll
