Chapter 39

• DOMINIQUE
• She tastes better than I imagined, warm, slick, and throbbing with need. I run my tongue on her tight pussy, tasting her sweet juices as I lick her. I envelop my mouth over her entrance as I suck. Her feet buckle, threatening to give up on her as she clamps her mouth shut with her right hand. Her other hand finds its way into my hair, fisting my strands as she fucks my mouth.
• Fuck, her tears of pleasure are like music to my ears, drawing different kinds of pull and strain from my dick as it rubs against the material of my pants.