“Lorenzo, please?” I whine. He skims his hands all the way down to my ankles, and I whine. Why must he torture me by moving further away from where I want him? But then he grabs my ankles and lifts my legs. “Lie back,” he orders, planting my feet on his shoulders. With trembling limbs, I do as he tells me, hyperaware that I’m spread wide open and his face is only inches from me. I feel so self-conscious. “You have a beautiful pussy, Mia,” he says with an appreciative groan. “I’m gonna enjoy eating it so fucking much.”
