I was beyond self consciousness at that point, I would have danced for him, jumped on the bed for him…I would have done absolutely anything he would have asked of me.In spite of that, I did try my best to remain elegant as he slid each leg out the end of my stylish dress slacks, but it was impossible. I wiggled and bucked against him to help, but he smiled, a devilish grin that lit up his face and made his eyes impossibly illuminated with desire.“There’s no point in struggling, Ms. Britton,” he said and he leaned and nipped the inside of my thigh, “I am going taste your beautiful pussy and watch you come, feel you tighten around my fingers and quiver against my face.”“I’m not…” I started to protest and tell him I wasn’t struggling, but he dipped his face his tongue found my cleft and worked inside, probing for my clit. His hands dragged my panties off and he tossed them into the corner somewhere while he was buried deep in my pussy, working his tongue against my tender bud, seeking the sweet spot.
