Terms of Surrender

ROCCO

I WAS IN FUCKING HEAVEN.

Sloane tasted like champagne, and I couldn’t get enough. She was edging closer to her second orgasm after only rocking and shuddering through the first about five minutes ago. I was relentless as I attacked her cunt with my mouth. I needed it. I wanted it. I wanted her to be shoved so violently off the edge that I would be the only man alive who could give her this.