“Yeah, Ben,” Lily agreed, her voice stony. “Fuck no. Indian hot sex She had friends who raved about it, insisted they could get themselves off just by sucking off a dick, but Lily had always thought they were crazy. Her hips were bucking against him now and she was too hot to care. “Please just put it down, Ben!” As much as she wanted to believe she wasn’t going to kill him because it wasn’t worth it, she knew in her heart that she couldn’t kill him, even if she could get away with it. He slid his fingers over her mouth, watching as he coated her lips with her own juices. Her wavy dark hair was still tangled in his fingers, and he gave it a vicious tug to remind her not to move. He spun her round until she stood facing the foot of the bed, his fingers still in her hair in a vicelike grip. Ben groaned harshly, the movement of his hips becoming erratic and his breathing heavy. Jesus. “You are so fucking wet for me.” Lily wanted to tell him he was wrong, despite all of the evidence, but she couldn’t find the words to make a coherent sentence.
