One second I’m grinning, the next it feels like my heart is breaking. Out of a thousand men, none of them have put his shaft in their mouth or licked his hole, anything tender and giving. “No one’s been good to you, have they?” I whisper. I massage his hole with my thumb, up and down, circles, feeling the tight rim loosen up a little. He doesn’t answer, but I feel one of his hands wrap around my leg, hold on. “I’m gonna erase them all.”
