He drags me by my hips to the edge of the bed so my bottom is hanging over by a few inches. He kneels between my legs, digs his hands into the flesh of my ass, and licks my p***y.
My sucked-in breath is loud, but it must not count because Brody ignores it.
He kisses me there as he would my mouth, a gently swirling motion and constant suction, a deliberate sweep of his tongue over the swollen bud of my c**t. I strain against my bindings, panting, my head thrown back, my trembling legs thrown over his shoulders, listening to all the noises he’s making, the wet sucking sounds and deep, pleased grumbles, trying to hold back the scream building inside my chest.
Then he presses two fingers inside me and lightly scrapes his teeth against my c**t.
I jerk. A ragged moan tears from my lips befor
