“He opened his eyes again, raking his gaze up and down my body before coming to rest on my crotch. "Quite simply," he said, "I'd like to lick your cunt. I'd like to hear you scream my name."
The world seemed to sway. "Don't... don't you have groupies for that sort of thing?" I asked breathlessly.
"I'd rather have you."
I swallowed. "I don't know what to say."
"You can start by saying yes, please, Kent. Eat my pussy."
My skin tingled with his words. I wondered why he
wasn't the one singing, front and center. That voice could carry me away, anywhere he wanted me to go...
Oh, this was a problem. This was a huge problem, and I wasn't about to make it any better. My mouth was dry, but the words came out clear enough:
“Yes, please, Kent. Eat my pussy.”
“I thought you'd never ask,” he said.”
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