Chapter 27 Are You Done Fondling Me

• “Are you done fondling me?” The sleek wrist of her offending hands was apprehended by the man’s large mitts. With a quick twist of his body, she could now feel the weight of his torso bearing upon her bosom, her abdomen, and her hips.
• His facial features were so close that those deep eyes of his threatened to devour her. Noelle shook her head and murmured as her hapless oral orifice was pried open at once and then engulfed by his tyrannous lips.
• This sensation gave her such an awful sense of Deja-vu that she could no longer tell whether she was dreaming. The woman did not protest this uninvited assault upon her lips. With her lids shut, she loosened her jaw and greeted his probing tongue with her own...