Her eyes roll back in her head as I keep devouring her c**t and fingering her. “No. Don’t you dare f*****g look away. You look at me when you come, Ariel. For the rest of your life, it’s my face you’ll see when you come the f**k apart.”
She obeys. Barely. But the overwhelm is tearing her face in half a dozen different directions. She looks almost broken as she murmurs, “Please—Sasha—I can’t—”
“You can.” My fingers spread her wider. “And you will.”
I ignore Yvonne’s concerned “Everything alright in there?” and suck harder.
When she comes, back arched like a bowstring, thighs crushing my head, I can only laugh. I don’t give her long to soak in the aftermath, though. Instead, I rise and flip her onto all fours. I pull my belt free of my pants. In one quick motion, I loop it around her th
