CHAPTER 2: SQUIRTING ON STAGE

CLARA’S POVI did. My tongue flicked out to lap at the slit. The flavor of salt and musk exploded on my palate. I groaned. My hands gripped his thighs for balance.

I took the head into my mouth and hollowed my cheeks. I swirled my tongue around the crown like the desperate slut I had always pretended not to be.

His groan vibrated through me. His hips twitched as I took him deeper. My throat opened for him inch by inch. Tears pricked my eyes as he hit the back.

My gag reflex kicked in. But I pushed through. I wanted to please him. I...