“It looks like you’re ready for a taste, your mouth’s watering for some dick almost as much as your sopping cunt.” he roars. My only answer to him is the wet smacking of my lips as I suction around his butternut balls. Plump like acorns, my tongue lazily rolls them around my mouth. I’ve always been a coffee girl, but being tea-bagged like this is more electrifying than any seasonal latte.
