“How about you sit this pretty pussy on my face,” he mused, reaching down to slip a hand between my legs. “And show off that lack of gag reflex you teased me with last night.” “Is this your proposal to sixty-nine, Vince Tanev?” He slid a fingertip inside me, and I bit my lip, rolling into the touch. “Oh wait,” he said, withdrawing. “I forgot. You’re too sore. Maybe we should—”
