I must’ve passed out.
My arms were still tied to the headboard, my legs spread wide, body sore and soaked his c*m sticky between my thighs, my skin flushed and trembling.
And then I felt it.
Warm breath between my legs.
Soft kisses along my inner thighs.
And his voice, low and filthy.
“Rise and shine, sweetheart. Time to wake up.”
I barely opened my eyes before his tongue dragged up my slit, slow and wet, tasting me tasting himself like it was his morning coffee.
“Oh my god…” I moaned, hips jerking.
“Don’t move,” he murmured against my p***y. “I’ll handle everything.”
His hands slid beneath my ass, lifting my hips as his tongue worked its way deeper lapping at my entrance, sucking on my swollen c**t, pushing inside me like he wanted to drink every last drop of last night’s mess.
