“I’m not doing this so you cum,” he states simply. “I mean, of course I want you to cum, but I want to eat you out. I want to make you feel good. If that makes you cum, perfect, but if not, I just want you to enjoy yourself, because, trust me,” he pauses, making intense eye contact with me, my entire attention captured by him and those fucking eyes. “I’m enjoying myself. Don’t worry about me. Worry about your neighbors hearing you,”
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Rhianna Burwell,
Greedy