I gasped as Jennifer pulled back, her thighs sliding away from my cock, leaving me aching, throbbing, desperate for her touch. A low, mocking "Mmm…" escaped her lips, her voice dripping with arrogance—but the faint blush still clinging to her cheeks betrayed her.
"Don't tell me you're about to cum already…?" she taunted, her voice slutty, cruel, her eyes locked onto mine, dark, hungry, challenging.
Then—
She let her nightgown slip from her shoulders, the fabric pooling at her feet in a silken heap. Her fingers gripped the back of the sofa, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she spread her legs wide, dropping onto the cushions behind her.
"Now…" Her voice was a command, filthy, dominant, her fingers trailing down her thighs, teasing the lace of her panties. "Lick it…" Her lips curled into a smirk, mocking, slutty. "Like a dog."
My gaze dropped—
Fuck.
