Chapter One hunderd-seventeen

"Fuck, you are damn good," she moaned pressing her boobs. Oliver didn't bulge, he kept his tongue, and lips locked in and around her clitoris.

"I am about to squirt, I am about to squirt," she announced. Immediately he pulled out, and moved aside. In not less than a few seconds, her cookie became creamy.

Whitish fluid moved out of her vagina, and traveled to the floor. Her breath was heavy, she held onto Oliver's hands on her lap. "Are you okay?"

She nodded her head as she helped him to the bed. Oliver laid on the bed with her head on the left side of his chest. "Gosh, I fucking enjoyed that," she muttered.

"Yeah you did. I know how good I am at using my lips," he replied, feeling full of himself. "I see you are this confident when it comes to giving head right?"

He kept mute, trying to evaluate the question. Without a doubt, he knew if he said something wrong. The night might not end well for him. Silence took over the room, their heartbeats beating against each other.

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