DEATH.

AMARA'S POINT OF VIEW. My legs trembled from the force of our orgasm, my ass was slick with his cum on it, as I tried to regain my breathing, and reconnect with the world again. But like Ace always does, I never get a moment of respite, especially when he’s this mad. He flips me around so we’re facing each other, before getting on his knees so his face is against my pussy. He wraps my legs around his face, making my entire weight lean on him, as I try to find something to grab onto quickly. “You were gonna see some guy with my pussy uncovered….so you know what papi’s gonna do? I’m going to feast tonight, and you’ll take it like the good girl you are, won’t you?” I nod, his dirty words sending even more waves of arousal through me. “Good girl.” He says, and next thing I know, he latches onto my clit, sucking on it with his fingers, thrusting in me. I sob out loud, grabbing onto his hair, and digging his face even deeper inside my pussy. “Fuck, Ace.” I moan, tears running down my cheeks