Ronan moves his hand down to his feet. He smears his cum there, then grips the side of my head again with his cum-coated hand. Ronan looks me in the eyes, his gaze dominating and mean. “Lick it, freckles.” “What?” I sputter, looking down at his feet and then back at his face. “I said,” he leans in closer, “lick. It. Clean me up, nasty boy.” A wash of heat runs across my face. “Lick my feet. Worship me like the disgusting little slut that you are.”
