I Want to Taste You So Fucking Bad

Vesper was full of tricks and attitude, all of which primed my thruster in the right way. She slid down between my thighs, her black hair trailing over my lap. Every rigid inch throbbed with anticipation when her head descended. The tip of her tongue knew exactly where to linger as it swirled over my flesh. I gave no gentlemen's forewarning I was coming.