Because of that, because of how I can luxuriate in Jill’s solo touch guilt-free, I let my body surrender once more as her finger draws smaller circles around my n****e, until it reaches all the way up, and my p***y lips throb again as though they haven’t been touched in ages. I revel when her lips close around my n****e, the furthest one removed from her, so I feel her own n*****s pressing into my side.
“Would you like me to f**k you again, Ruby?” Jill says after she lets go. She doesn’t wait for my reply. Her finger is already on its way down, making my skin tremble again, and my p***y wet for her. I can hardly protest. All I want is her fingers inside of me again. And, perhaps, if I’m so lucky, her tongue on my c**t.
Her tongue is still busy with my n****e. She laps gently. This moment
