Closing the door, I could sense he was behind me. He could see my slutty dress, ripped at the seam from the rough handling I had received. My lipstick smudged, and mascara running down my face.
Turning to face him, I smiled. My gaze eventually left his stern features, slid down his naked torso and rested on his formidable erection.
One more wouldn’t hurt – would it?
I knelt, grasped it with my hand, brought it level to my lips and sunk my face onto it until my chin ticked on the hairs of his balls.
The taste was sweet.
