DON'T GO CRAZY!

TIARA

The heat was rising in my chest and I could barely think clearly. Everything he was saying was like music to my ears. A waltz that kept on playing until I was out of breath. 

It compelled me to bite my lip because I wanted to ask him to fuck my pussy. My hands were gripping the table’s edges like my life depended on it.

“Maybe into your mouth. I could blast my milk all over your chest.”

I groaned at his words. “Or maybe ...