He might like to be dominant, but so do I. I’d make him get on his knees so I can put my foot on his shoulder and make him eat my pussy. Kourtney would kneel down beside him, jealous for a taste. Their tongues would entwine as they lapped at me, and I’d grip onto the backs of their heads, a fistful of hair in each hand like a fucking queen ordering her servants to feast.
