Billie Bob Taylor
"Gladly," he licked his lips, moistening the unnaturally red flesh that made me crave his kiss constantly. He hooked his fingers into the sides of the thong and like a caveman he tore it off my skin.
It tore with a loud snap. The elastic material of the waist band and lace material bit into my skin making it tenderly red. I let out a scream in both pain and ecstasy. He normally never tore my underwear because my briefs and boxers never really gave him that option.
"Vou comprar mais desses para você." He pressed gentle warm kisses up my right thigh until the stinging slowly started numbing down. "So fucking delicious," he winked after he had ran his tongue up my hard penis. (I'm going to buy you more of these.)
"I won't wear them," I laughed as he teasingly took my tip in his mouth which momentarily made my eyes roll back as he gently sucked.
