28 - Gentleman

28 - Gentleman

Summer

I whimpered, moving my hips and trying to grind myself on his handsome face.

But Damon was a sadist, and he held the reins of my orgasms. Even though we didn’t have sex for the past two weeks, he always found some time to make me cum either by his fingers, his mouth, or ordering me to masturbate while we were alone in his office and he was on a virtual call.

“Please,” I begged, almost tasting the orgasm on my tongue.

He ignored me and made out with my pussy. He was French kissing it as if it was his last day on the earth.

“Fuck, Summer, so good,” he whispered in between eating me out and holding my thighs wide so I wouldn’t close them.

“Cum for m