Cúnt Worship (2)
And then Julie’s mouth was on her. Right where Riri needed her.
Riri gasped, breath catching. “Fúck... yes.”
Julie dragged her tongue from the bottom of her slít to the top, slow and deliberate, pressing flat. She paused at the clít, letting her breath fan over it before flicking her tongue again.
Riri’s hips bucked. Her back arched. “God—don’t stop.”
Julie didn’t. She slowly licked again. Her grip tightened on Riri’s thighs, as she spread them wider. Her tongue moved like she was savoring every second and every taste.
“Mmm,” Julie groaned. “This pússy missed me.”
Riri whimpered. “Julie... fúck...”
Julie chuckled low, her tongue circling without touching the center. She was teasing, playing and making Riri twitch.
“You’re already shaking,” Julie said, “I haven’t e
