The visual is too much. My thighs quivered and lips parted. All I could do was breathe and listen to his words, completely immersed in the world he'd painted for us. My wet fingertip continued to stroke my pulsing c**t.
He didn't wait for my response. "I forcefully part your thighs using my legs and pin them open. I watch as your beautiful, soaked p***y opens because of it. Your cunt is begging to be touched even if you deny it."
"Please," I managed as I sped up my finger and brought a second one into play. A mini orgasm jolted through me, causing me to whimper.
He chuckled at me. "Knowing want you really want, I drop to my knees and trap my head between your thighs before you can try to close them again.
My tongue wiggles it's way between your juicy cunt lips and finds your precio
