“Whitney, you’re killing me.” His breathing has gotten more jagged and he starts pulling at his dick harder. “It’s only been a day and I miss your taste.” He licks his lips. “What’s it taste like?” “Salty. Tangy. Yours.” I raise an eyebrow at him and he growls in response. “You’re fucking right you taste like mine. You’re such a fucking good girl. My fucking good girl.” His
