"Lovely, yeah..." I say softly, running my fingers through his hair and disheveling it. "But I want more than lovely," I say, yanking on his hair and thrusting upward at the same time. Obligingly, he opens his mouth wide and rests it against my p***y, the pressure of his lips causing bright colors to explode behind my closed eyelids.
"That's... that's, oh f**k, so good," I moan as Martin jabs his tongue into my p***y, sliding it in and out between my inner lips. Resting his forearm over my belly, he lets his hand fall down and reaches for my c**t with two fingers, pressing down and rubbing it with the same rhythm as he's licking me.
I can't even say Martin is eating me out; no, he's devouring me, ravaging my p***y with a hunger no normal man could match. And, God, it's so good... it goes
