His hands roam higher on my ass, likely trying to feel my underwear, but he won’t find any. He stills once he realizes I’m not wearing any. “Rory, why aren’t you wearing any panties?” he groans, pained. “Think of it as a Christmas treat,” I tease, trailing kisses from his jaw down his neck. He bucks his hips against mine, letting me know he’s just as ready as I am. “Are you soaked for me, love? Tell me, can I eat that pretty pussy first?” he asks, giving my ass a tight squeeze.
