He spreads my legs as wide as he possibly can, humming approvingly. “What a pretty pink gift. And I like my presents wet.” He rubs his trim stubble against the inside of my thigh, and I gasp. “And glistening.” He blows a stream of air against my eager clit. “And very, very horny.” “You’ve got your wish,” I say, aching for him. “Yes, I really have,”
