He crawls up the bed toward my headboard and lies on his back. “Climb up, Angel.” Wait, what? “Umm, what?” “I need to taste you. Come here.” “You want me to…sit on your face?” He chuckles. This is not a laughing matter, sir. “Yes.”
Girl why you questioning this?? These words are music to my ears and no need to tell me twice 😝
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