Finnegan
Abigail Kellerman tasted like heaven. Sweet, fucking heaven.
I didn't realize how starved I was until I tasted her juices on my fingers.
That was my first thought, my last thought, my only thought as my tongue delved into her sweet, sticky heat.
The artificial sweetness of the strawberry ice cream was nothing compared to the taste of her, and like a fucking junkie, I delved deeper, her juices coating my face, addicted to every single drop that gushed from her cunt.
My cock throbbed painfully. It was swollen with need and aching to be buried inside her. Every moan she made, every helpless writhe of her hips, was a fresh wave of torment or pleasure to me.
I wanted to be in her, to feel her tight, wet heat clamping around me, but not yet. First, I wanted to wreck her. I wanted her to ache for me as I did for her.
