AhHH!”

I clenched my fingers into his back, mouth agape as he traced the alphabet against my clit. Each flick became more pointed, more precise. Sweat began beading against my skin as a familiar warmth pooled in my stomach. 

There it was, the edge I had been craving. Then he stopped. Standing up, he unbuckled the belt of his pants unzipped, pulling out the hard cock that had been hiding all this time. It was like a piece of meat, ready to be eaten, and here I was hungry. 

He was average ...