I brushed another tear from her cheek and said, “Now sit on my face.” Her brow furrowed. “I didn’t do that to get something in return. This . . . was just for you.” I smiled. She was cute. My perfect little martyr. But she had something wrong. She squealed when I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to straddle my face. “This is for me,” I said with a growl, pulling her thong to the side and sucking her clit into my mouth.
