Chapter 47.
Clara’s Pov.
Maxwell wiggled his face against my p***y, his tongue sliding, licking, and lapping on my juice which was now splashing across his face, chest, and body.
“So good.” He moaned, lashing on the juice like it was his line to success.
My stomach curled in a kind of pleasure that I could not express and my body jerked instinctively at the pleasure that his mouth brought to me.
When Maxwell finally pulled his face from the inside of my thighs, his lips glistened with my juice which was now rolling down his chin.
“Tastes so good…” He moaned, sticking out his tongue and lashing the tip against his lower lip like he was trying to lick off the remnant of me.
My thighs twitched from watching him act that way and God! He looked so f*****g wild with my juice dripping down
