I didn’t doubt that. I wanted to taste it all with him. Everything he knew. Everything he could give. Everything he could show me.

“You haven’t answered my question.” He was staring up at me from between my legs, grinning over the hair of my pussy. “I asked you what you thought about when you played with your cunt at night.”

“You,” I said. “I think about you.”

“What about me? Do you imagine that I’m fucking you?”My tits were a whole other level of sensitivity as he sucked on my nipples. My skin was damp with sweat as he made his way back down my body. My clit was...