...rs in the waistband of her shorts.
He slid off her shorts, and smiled when he saw the dark wet stain. She wanted him. Badly.
He pressed a finger to her aching clit through her panties, and she arched her back, involuntarily letting out a soft moan.
By now, he was grinning, humming to himself as he slid down her panties and innocently ran his tongue along her slit.
Sam jerked, blindly reaching for his head and pulling him in.
"Freddie…" she groaned. "Take me… please! I'm sor – Ughhh…" she moaned as Freddie began to finger her, rubbing his thumb around her clit.
"Oh, my God," she said over and over until finally, her stomach clenched and she let out a scream.
Freddie smirked. Sam's eyes rolled around in her head, trying to clear the stars from her vision.
The pressure built up in her abdomen again as Freddie began to lap up her juices, digging his tongue into her clit, rolling it in his teeth.
She gasped as his tongue found its way to her center, lapping at her G-spot, making her jerk wildly.
"Dear Jesus, Freddie…." She trailed off as Freddie's head came up, grinning mischievously at her.
He stood up and yanked her up by the hair, the show of dominance only making her wetter.
She stared at the huge bulge in his boxers, wondering how the dork had become so…. well endowed.
She pulled down his boxers, looking at the throbbing, purple-veined monster before her. Slo...