"The red panties," he growls. "So fucking sexy."
Nuzzling my sex, both of his hands push my thighs up, giving him better access of me.
I'm breathing hard when he pulls my panties down my legs and tucks them into his tux pocket. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, sweetheart, these are mine. Who do you think I really bought them for?"
I gape at him in shock and horror and even lust at the realization that this is the sexiest pervert alive.
Without warning, his tongue dips over the lips of my sex and runs deeper over my clit. I cry out in pleasure and grab a fistful of his hair, urging him to continue his exhilarating movements.
"I need to come. You can't leave me hanging."