A Hórny Game Of Truth or Dare (8)
I gasped, head falling back. Her tongue dipped into me greedily. She licked everything I gave her, her mouth working in steady, messy circles.
“Oh my god—Crystal—”
She moaned against me, the vibration making my toes curl. Her hands held my hips down as she buried her face deeper, nose brushing my clít, tongue pressing inside me again and again.
“f**k—yes—keep going—” I cried, thighs already trembling.
She pulled back just long enough to suck my clít into her mouth, fast and rhythmic. Her tongue flicked it over and over, relentlessly. My thighs clamped around her head but she didn’t stop. She pushed my legs apart again, held them wide, and kept licking like she was chasing something.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. I grabbed the back of the couch
