Vanished

eight

Emiliano grabs my hands, and pins them to the bed above my head.

"Keep them there." He orders.

His lifts up my dress to my waist, revealing my black lacy panties.

He looks at me for consent. I nod my head yes, getting kind of impatient.

"Words, Victoria." He says, his voice husky.

"Yes. Do it." I say.

"That kind of sounds like a demand." Now he's just teasing.

I roll my eyes, "Please."

He raises his eyebrows, "Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

I shake my head, "No..?"

"Liar." He growls.

Suddenly, he rips my panties off of me.

I gasp, out of shock.

He then kisses my inner thighs. Kissing me slowly, getting closer and closer to where I want him most.

But he doesn't go there, he goes to my other leg, copying the same action.

"Stop teasing." I grumble.

I feel his smile against my thigh, "Why? I like it."

"Well I don't." I pout.

He rubs his thumb over my slit, teasing me.

I try to push myself closer to his finger, but he's to quick. He moves him finger and gives me a look.

I let out a angry sound, "You're such a douche! I hate yo-,"

He cuts me off.

By connecting his mouth to my pussy.

I gasp from the feeling of it.

He moves his tongue in and out of me, eating me out like a starved man.

I grab his hair but he looks up at me and stops.

"Don't stop." I say.

"Hands above your head." He orders.

I forgot. I put my hands back above my head and he quickly goes back to what he was doing.

I let out a moan and I feel the light graze of his teeth, he's smiling.

"Look at me." He demands.

My eyes soon meet his.

He grabs my thighs, and gives my pussy and flat tongued lick. I arch my back, wanting more. Needing more.