“I can’t read your mind. Not with the way you touch me.”

“Please let me suck you.” She yearned to make him happy.

“We are outside” Claus responded, more like a whisper.

“Do I seem to care?” Mia replied, her focus already on Claus shorts.

“But you’ll blame yourself later.” He continued.

“Aren’t you used to that already?”

He smiled. "Go ahead, then.

She dragged his shorts and then his boxers down as she knelt on her gluttonous knees. She began by licking ...