“Pull down your dress”
His cock throbs in my mouth. I hear him but I don’t really register what he’s saying. I am distracted by the taste of him on my tongue, the feel of him pushing into the back of mouth, his hand on my head guiding me.
“Pull down your dress” he says it again, slower this time, pausing slightly on each word.
The words sink in and I tug at the front of my summer dress letting my breast spill out over the top of the fabric just in time for him to decorate them for me.
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