My Lips
I stood in the middle of the room, holding my skirt up at the front to show him for the first time my pantie surprise underneath. He walked up to me, slowly, and touched my lips, parting them with two fingers. I bit him lightly, my teeth digging into the soft flesh of his fingertips. "Make them wet," he said. "You know where they're going next."
I dropped to my knees as he began unbuckling his belt.
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