Charlotte
Then he pulled his mouth away with a wet sound. My n****e glistened with his saliva. I stood up from his lap. He looked at me, and the hunger in his eyes was so raw that it made my knees weak.
Without a word, he stood up, unzipped his jeans, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. He was not wearing boxers.
I looked at his c**k and stopped breathing for a moment. Oh My God! It was so long and thick, heavy-veined and throbbing with a life of its own, the head already glistening with precum.
My mouth went dry instantly, my p***y clenched, desperate to be filled with his thick c**k.
I sat back on his lap, but this time I didn’t twerk. I moved forward and back, sliding my p***y along the length of his c**k. Feeling every ridge and vein through the thin fabric of my bikini.
