The night at my crush’s place was like a dream—until she left me alone in her room and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her laundry basket. Unable to control myself, I opened the lid, releasing the intimate scent of her dirty lingerie.
I grabbed her thongs, lifted them to my nose, inhaling deeply. Her enticing musk teased my senses as I captured some of her sweet traces on my tongue, pretending I was licking her clean.
“What are you doing?”
My cheeks flushed as I met her gaze.
“Lick me instead,” she smirked, and I eagerly obliged.
