What I crave

He attacked my mouth, making me taste my juice. It didn't taste as bad as I thought it did, but it was odd tasting that.

“I want to make love to you, Summer,” he rasped, his eyes still golden.

“Then do it.” I widened my legs as far as they could go, showing him I was game for anything he had in mind.

Gawking at my pussy, he unbuckled his trousers and got rid of his boxers. He fisted his dick in his hands. My eyes took in the hard organ, the angry purple vein, and the crown I wanted to taste so badly. I creamed just at the sight, eager to feel his dick in my pussy. I was wet and ready for him.

I'd missed it a lot. I could still recall how it felt that night when he breached my virgin pussy, a night I would always remember.

I watched mesmerized as he brought his dick closer, still stroking it, groaning as he lubed it with his pre-cum. I snaked my tongue out and wetted my lips, aroused and eager for him.

He didn't make me wait for long. He got between my legs and led his dick where