"Oh, baby, more," she pleaded, humping her leaking t**t against his finger. "Give me your tongue again. Just a little more, lover."
May was whining in her need for it, and she hated herself for that. Holding up her nightie for him, gazing at him with hot allure in her eyes, twitching and undulating her voluptuous body-all for one more touch of his damnably hot tongue.
He grinned up at her cruelly. He held his finger still, so she had to do the f*****g herself, and he said, "Still coming?"
"Yes, but ... But not like before. Baby, give me your tongue. Put your candy stick in my lovehole and really make it come." She licked her lips, looked down at his standing c**k through glazed eyes, and said, "I'd do almost anything for some more of that hot tongue of yours."
He obliged by leaning for
