I groaned against his lips, the taste of ash and want driving me mad.“Turn around, bitch,” he growled.I obeyed, my chest hitting the cab, knees wide on the bed. Gay sex They weren’t the bold type—these were the ones who didn’t flirt, didn’t speak, but couldn’t stop watching. When I opened my mouth again, he shoved it back in, smearing it all over my tongue and face.When he was done, he stepped back, panting, watching me lick him clean.“So?” he asked. They weren’t the bold type—these were the ones who didn’t flirt, didn’t speak, but couldn’t stop watching. You wouldn’t find it by accident. My mouth watered thinking about burying my face in it. This wasn’t about love. You’re clenching like you need my cum.”“Maybe I do,” I spat. I groaned against his lips, the taste of ash and want driving me mad.“Turn around, bitch,” he growled.I obeyed, my chest hitting the cab, knees wide on the bed. It was everything.It turned me into something else.
