But he has no intention of making it easy for me.
His mouth follows the same path as his fingers. It feels hot and moist on my belly, and then he moves lower, to where my legs are instinctively squeezed tightly together. He doesn’t seem to like that, and his hands are rough as they pull my thighs apart, his fingers digging into my tender flesh.
I whimper at the hint of violence, and try to relax my legs to avoid angering him further.
His grip eases, his hands becoming gentler. “My sweet, beautiful girl,” he whispers, and I can feel his hot breath on my sensitive folds. “You know I’ll make it good for you.”
And then his lips are on me, and his tongue is swirling around my c**t, his mouth sucking and nibbling. His hair brushes against my inner thighs, tickling me, and his hands hold my l
