“If you want my forgiveness, Clint, you’ll need to beg for it.” “Please forgive—” “On your knees. Between my thighs.” I sent him there with a palm to his head. His hand and mouth circled my dick like a leash, tugging on my orgasm like one, too. I came within minutes. “Eat it,” I whispered, holding his face to my short nest of pubes, circling my hips and spurting my cum into his gut.
