Kylie
"I'm going to bury my face in your sweet cu8nt now, is that okay with you?" Brody asked in the huskiest voice I'd ever heard from him.
I was burning up. His rough hands were on me, and he wanted to put his face between my legs. Can I get a big hell yeah?
"Please, Brody. Don't stop." I whined. He kept his eyes on my face while he lowered his head.
"Such a brat," he said, just before he swiped his tongue across my folds. I kept myself propped up on my elbows, so I could watch him. I gasped when I first felt his tongue, hot and warm on my flesh. His beard was scratchy against the sensitive skin down there. He parted me with his thumbs and delved further. I threw my head back. That was amazing. It felt like a form of worship. He was taking his time tasting me, like my pu8ssy was the
