“What do you expect out of me, baby? You wear that little skirt that shows off your legs, making me fucking crazy, and then you look at me like you want me to fuck your pretty little cunt. Like you want me to fill you up. That would be crazy, though, because then you’d be sitting through Thanksgiving dinner with me dripping out of you.” He pauses, gaze dropping to my parted lips. His tongue traces along my bottom lip slowly until I’m sure I’m actually going to lose my mind. “You’d love that though. My dirty girl loves it when I give her my cum.”
