“I want you to fuck my face,” he tells me as his lips brush the most sensitive part of me. “You will tell me what you like, you will squeeze my head with your thighs, and you will tug on my hair so hard that you’re worried you’ll pull it out.” He pauses. “And Holly?” he asks, looking up at me over my skirt, his eyes so full of lust it makes my pussy clench. “Yeah?” I breathe.
