Her juices filled my mouth as I sucked her folds in, and I couldn't believe the sound that tore from my throat. It was deep, raspy, and needy. How was everything about her so addictive? How was that fair?
Every single part of her made me feel drunk. Every part of her that I touched made me hungry for more and more until touching wasn't enough. What I wanted was to melt into her skin and feel every inch of it. I wanted to touch places no one has ever touched before. It wanted to make her feel things no one has ever made her feel before.
With every drop of her juice that entered my mouth and hit my tongue, I became greedy. With every moan that slipped out of her sinful lips, I hunger for more. With every whisper and whimper of my name, I have thoughts that I shouldn't have. Thoughts that
