"Good girl…"
His voice dripped with smug satisfaction, the kind that made Nadia want to either slap him or drop to her knees and worship the cock that was currently wiggling in front of her like a hypnotic pendulum.
And oh, the bastard was moving it—just a little—left, right, left, right. The subtle, teasing motions barely brushed against her lips, but that was enough.
Her mouth betrayed her.
She wasn't even trying to kiss it, but her lips puckered instinctively, her brain short-circuiting as his thick, throbbing cock booped her mouth in a way that could only be described as obscene.
Like some horny, overconfident beast, his dick was just tapping her lips repeatedly, like it was knocking on the door and waiting for her to answer.
'Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!'
She was losing it.