Chapter 31

• It was dirty and raw and primal. We were in a public, filthy place and my dress was hiked up and this woman with an amazing brain and a magical tongue was eating me out. Anyone could have been watching us. It didn’t matter. It was, hands down, one of the most exciting, erotic, astounding experiences of my entire life.
• Her tongue and fingers went wild against my soaked pussy until I couldn’t help but embed my fingers into her bun—sadly now entirely misplaced—and pull her face into my pelvis. I humped against her mouth, focused merely on my pleasure.
• The pace of her fingers picked up and I was gone, scattered to the wind in trillions of pleasure-soaked atoms. Only when they became reassembled, which was quite some time after, could I breathe again. I looked at Olivia who watched my face with alert satisfaction. She was a mess. It was the first time I saw her not completely put together and I liked it. Her makeup was smeared everywhere, and strands of hair hung messily around her face.