“There’s the food.” Then, he lifts my dress and cups my pussy. “And here’s my dessert.” I feel wetness pooling between my thighs. Maxim smirks at my instant reaction to him and runs a finger up my leg past the edge of my dress. His finger finds my entrance, and he drives one straight to my core. My back arches and a moan escapes my lips. He removes his fingers, raises them to his lips, and sucks them. “Fucking delicious.”
