Hopeless Romantic

Excerpt:

He knelt on his knees in front of her and spread her legs apart wide. His face was level with her naked, dripping cunny, while the skirts of her petticoats circled her legs as though framing her jewels for display.

Frank took hold of her hips and dragged her forward until her smarting bottom was perched right at the edge of the chair and his mouth connected with her pussy.

She cried out, shocked by the onslaught of embarrassment and pleasure she experienced as his tongue swirled in and around her womanhood and his beard and mustache tickled her sensitized flesh. When she thought she could not handle any more intensity, his tongue suddenly flicked against her nub. “Oh, Frank! I cannot bear it!” she cried.

Her words only seemed to spur him on, for he did not stop. He languorously applied his ministrations to every inch of her pussy. When he stroked inside of her with his tongue, she found herself simultaneously wanting to shove his face tighter to her to make it continue and arch away to save herself from further torture.

Frank did not give her any choice in the matter. Just as he’d trapped her over his lap to endure punishment, his hands held tight to her hips, keeping her in place as he attended to her. “This pussy is mine,” he said, his hot breath brushing her folds. “Make no mistake, I’m yours and you’re mine, princess. Understand?”