“I’m not a fucking boy,” he snarled, slapping my bare ass hard as I gasped, inching closer to his lips. “I’m a goddamn monster.” His tongue flicked my swollen clit, my spine straightening and back arching at the contact. I couldn’t help but faintly cry out, rocking my pelvis as he snaked closer, tasting my wet, aching pussy. My bound hands pressed against the cold floor, the warmth of the lights contrasting against the cold air as I began to sweat, my breasts swaying with my movements. “That’s right,” I breathed. “Now eat me like the big, bad monster you are.”
