“Squat down. Hands on the wall. Spread that ass like the dirty little b***h you are.”
She obeyed.
Squatted low.
Her thighs burned, her legs trembling as her p***y and asshole were wide open now, completely exposed, dripping onto the tile, water trailing down her back and between her cheeks.
Xavier stood behind her, c**k in hand, eyes locked on the view.
“Holy. f*****g. Shit.”
He stroked himself once.
Twice.
“Look at this,” he growled. “This sloppy, stretched, twitching p***y. This fat f*****g ass.”
He dropped to his knees again, grabbed her cheeks, and spit between them.
Then he licked it up.
His tongue dragged from her dripping hole, up her crack, over her asshole, groaning like she was made of honey and filth.
“You were made for this,” he growled. “Made to get licked and f***
