She presses her face into my chest. “You feel no hesitation in answering any kind of question. How are you so shameless?” she groans.
I laugh. “Don’t worry, you’ll become shameless too, in some time. Now, answer my question. What did you think of while rubbing your kitty for the first time?” I ask, grinning.
She lifts her face up. “I’ll choose to remove one garment.”
I raise a brow. She removes her t-shirt, and her breasts come into view, her bra covering only a small portion of them. Damn this dim light.
I grab her shoulders, press her down, and move on top of her.
“Now tell me, Angel… what did you imagine?”
“But I removed one piece of clothing, so I don’t have to answer,” she protests.
I click my tongue, pulling her boobs out of the lacy fabric. “Game’s over, and you’re going to answer it anyway,” I say, pinching her nipples.
She moans, “It’s not fair,” pressing her legs together.
I leave her breasts, grab her thighs, and part them, positioning myself between them. Her breathing grows rough.
She clutches my shoulders. “Matleon,” she moans when I squeeze her tit.
“Yes, Angel, you want me to make you come?” I ask, undoing the button of my pants but keeping my hold on her other breast.
“Yes.”
“Then answer me.”
She shakes her head. I take her nipple into my mouth and flick it with my tongue. She cries out, then instantly covers her mouth. “Please, Matleon.”
After removing my pants and trunks, I grab her other breast and knead it. She trembles under me, my dick twitching freely, begging me to release it inside her.
I move my face up. “We’re not coming tonight until you tell me.”
She takes deep breaths. The darkness makes her faintly visible, but I can make out every curve and outline of her body.
“I… I thought about… about you.”
My lips curl into a smirk. “And what did you think?”
“I thought about you rubbing it. Just that.”
I chuckle. “And you came from that thought?”
“Yes.”
“When was it?”
“I’m not answering this one.”
I move down her body, kissing her neck. “Yes, you are,” I whisper, pinching her nipple again.
She arches her back. “Two… two years ago,” she admits, grabbing my head to stop me while continuing to breathe hard.
I chuckle.
“Don’t get so happy about it. It was a mistake.”
I raise a brow. “Mistake? You’re hurting my ego, Angel.”
