She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a White Christmas. XXNX “Ohhhh god,” Ifeoma groaned, her knees trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a scoop of strawberry ice cream. “That’s…wow…that’s amazing…it feels…” Ifeoma found herself at a loss for further words. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a little more. “I just wanted you to know, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you keep writing.”
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her face. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her thighs. He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end table, next to his.
