Chapter 115 Our Encounter 5

• “…Derek…”
• “…relax…” he whispered back, right before he began to kiss my pussy.
• And I’m not speaking metaphorically. Little kisses, his lips on mine, softly, sweetly. Then he would brush his lips over my skin, and I could feel myself getting wetter, my wetness on his lips as he kept kissing me, him using my own juices to slide over me, to make my skin pull slightly against his mouth with the barest amount of slippery friction.