R.I.P

Diane gulped as the man nibbled at her earlobe. He didn't seem to be in a good mood today, was that why he stopped by?

The fact that he could easily get into her house at this point was frightening. Maybe her fantasies had begun to materialize?

'Drake Bermount. Are we acquainted or is it just a coincidence?'. Her lips parted to a silent gasp when he kissed down her neck before lowering her cami singlet below both breasts. Its elasticity held them in place as he gripped them both.

He lowered his face to lick around the hardened nipple at her left, and Diane felt her clit shudder beneath her underwear.

"Ahhn". She cried out when he'd begun to suck her like a starved child while simultaneously stroking her right.

"I said, not a word". He warned with teasing bite at her nipple.

Diane's back arched - tangling her fingers in his well-combed hair for support. She wanted to moan out loud for the pleasure she felt, but she knew how kinky his punishments could get.